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letra de h.i.s.p - tre southside

[intro]
one time while i light the f-ckin’ black and mild
i leave these n-ggas black and mild
room full of white b-tches and a pack of loud
guaranteed a n-gga black a proud

[verse 1]
suburbs in a suburban stolo, b-tch im swervin’
young n-gga on the vic, all a n-gga knew was murder
money, murder, p-ssy, money, power, money, power, death!
broke boys pockets stressed trying to find they way outta debt
in a ring of fire, hot boys be the set
once a n-gga on the mat boy he down for the count
put his life in a earn, smoke it down on my couch
that mean i’m paul bearer to ya b-tch
and i got my d-ck buried in the b-tch
p-ssy too good i might drown in the sh-t
might f-ck around and get married to the b-tch
i seen that n-gga compet-tion i was just gon’ steal em’
but crown told me k!ll em, so i k!lled em (k!ll that n-gga!)
now have that f-ck n-gga funeral!

[hook]
and i’ma cause h-ll in saint pete, who the f-ck told all these rappers to speak be quiet!
(be quiet) x3
and sh-t i cause h-ll in saint pete, who the f-ck told all these n-ggas to speak be quiet!
(silence) x3
and sh-t i cause h-ll in saint pete, who the f-ck told all these rappers to speak be quiet!
(be quiet) x3
and sh-t i cause h-ll in saint pete, who the f-ck told all these n-ggas to speak be quiet!
(silence) x3

[verse 2]
boy a n-gga get fed up
steady lookin for some answers
and i’ll count a couple hundred and then some
just to take a n-gga life for ransom
and you can picture me posing in your plasma
sh-t, while i read em off the list
jackie ain’t sh-t! raeanna ain’t sh-t! caitlyn ain’t sh-t she
want the whole squad d-ck i swear these b-tches ain’t sh-t!
im still swimmin in a pool full of white b-tches
im still swimmin in a…pool (x2)
and sh-t a n-gga just might drown
word around town you talkin’ sh-t at events but i ain’t hearin’ no sound
i’ll clear everything around if i let off that sound (f-ck n-gga)
and i don’t need no heel n-ggas walkin’ round my city
cause i don’t need no f-ck n-ggas claiming that they f-ck with me
n-gga talkin gritty with the fiy’
knowin d-mn well that lit his -ss up like
all i see is fear inside your eyes
you b-tch inside no wonder why
and the one b-tch? from the function?
mane she rode the beat just like
that -ss just had me hypnotized
that body movin’ round and round

[hook]

- tre southside

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