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letra de ayyy! - $treetz banga

[intro: $treetz banga]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus: $treetz banga]
say ayy
if your feelin gon’ be saved
all up in the party slappin this g thang, say ayy
we posted in the street
slappin this song while you blowin in my wraith
say ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy…)

[verse 1: showzay]
h-llo it’s me again, the rap kingpin
hands on my head so i can see my [?]
yes i’m him, that young fresh kid
[?]
i’ll start with the swagger that i possess
[?], they got the hood obsessed
bruh i go, and that’s for sure
them banga boys is next to go
ayy, yeah we are one
[?]
ayy, we too sick
ridin on the beat auto-tune singin like woaahhhh
then everybody wanna join us in the studio
do this all day now we’re laid gettin paid
if you feelin’ what i’m sayin everybody say ayy
[chorus: $treetz banga]
say ayy
if your feelin gon’ be savеd
all up in the party slappin this g thang, say ayy
we posted in thе street
slappin this song while you blowin in my wraith
say ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy…)

[verse 2: $treetz banga]
show mac and i’m cashin on the track
baby left old boy cause the n-gga swag black
louis v bag, full of fresh macs
plus no tecs cause i made it in the trap
show mac and the boys streets bang
like to do it real big, like the big ass chain
b-tch you know the name, mackin is my game
half you n-ggas rats like pinky in the brain
ayy, this gon be up in the club
[?] for the ladies thats gon shake it for the [?]
ayy, you can find us in the trap
ask around bruh yeah them banga boys slap
never am i slackin, [?]
i want the whole pie b-tch, i don’t want a fraction
never swaggin jackin, b-tch a n-gga stackin
ignore everybody now that p-ssy n-gga start askin
[chorus: $treetz banga]
say ayy
if your feelin gon’ be saved
all up in the party slappin this g thang, say ayy
we posted in the street
slappin this song while you blowin in my wraith
say ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy…)

[verse 3: maxeboy & $treetz banga]
my name is max and i smoke good green
and i never ever ever treat a b-tch like the queen
suck up on my d-ck, don’t let any go to waste
when it comes to my grapes i’ve got a keen sense of taste
throw me a bag of purple and a strawberry swish
i’ll be sure to tap the ashes in my royal crystal dish
i like grade a supersonic k!ller from the bay
where we smokin to the doobie throw it in the ashtray
we’ll be at your front door bangin, yellin open up
if you come outside you’ll get your f-ckin melon opened up
ayy, we’re grown ass men
this f-ckin tire irons gonna pop you in the chin
ayy, we’re grown ass men
if you stay conscious the first time i’m gon crack your ass again
ayy, we’re grown ass men
the only time i play is when i play the game to win
[chorus: $treetz banga]
say ayy
if your feelin gon’ be saved
all up in the party slappin this g thang, say ayy
we posted in the street
slappin this song while you blowin in my wraith
say ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy…)

- treetz banga

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