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letra de 40oz - trizz

[intro]
yeah, just because i always do this exchange
look, aye, yeah

[verse 1]
rhymes in my head as siphon through this mail
you know description on the prescription it’s dimes in my bed
she was left for dead, left the sheets all red
fell asleep, we discrete and delete, all thread
i’m addicted to these b-tches, ah man
oh d-mn you can’t face a b-tch we breaking all bread
yow the posse’s locked, scared to come across us
paranoid author cause i smoke like [?]
yeah we get it poppin they count on us to pop sh-t
bbp b-tch where money is the object
it ain’t no other option if b-tches start robbing
make it fast then get the cash and then start robbing
i’ve always been about it, just ask who i ride around with
the same n-ggas with me the same n-ggas i’m down with
i’m getting paid, getting laid and changing outfits
n-ggas don’t change but really ain’t even ‘bout sh-t n-gga

[hook]
i got a 40oz of liquor
i’m gonna pour up with your sister
an oz o gat so we gon pour up in a swisher
just me and all my n-ggas
and just me and all my b-tches
they beg us to come and kick it
cause n-ggas know how we get it
i got a 40oz of liquor
i’m gonna pour up with your sister
an oz o gat so we gon pour up in a swisher
just me and all my n-ggas
and just me and all my b-tches
they beg us to come and kick it
cause n-ggas know how we get it

[verse 2]
i ain’t f-cking with you lame n-ggas
i won’t come around, don’t f-ck around
just hack up all the lines n-gga
and i ain’t f-cking with no lame b-tches
there ain’t no come around
don’t around unless money on the way with you
dang young rapper up on the wave n-gga
and now i hop up off the bands and drink my sunny gucci babe winnie
but d-mn these haters in my face tripping
i think i need to keep the blade i’m cutting heads off the snakes with it
and now they talk about racism
they always talk about the rage and then lock us in a cage, finished
you always with the glitz and glamour but you never with the action
wanna talk be real with you then face the truth
now i’m post to put my feet up in the traffic
in the back throwing bags with my slaps on the tracklist
and all you n-ggas fake trap sh-t
you making drug music but you being drugged by a rap b-tch
and all the hittas know i’m dabbed in
the black kids to the latins, the asians and they rad friends
a big booty black b-tch in a black benz
baggin up the bundles by the bay in the back lit
trizz done got me back on rap sh-t
i need the forbes list, the fat crib, the ‘rrari and the catfish
my momma told me that i had gifts
i hit the scene and then grab quick
i’m back on the attack b-tch

[outro]
n-gga, yeah that sh-t hard

- trizz

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