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letra de envy - ttg picasso

[intro]
uh yeah yeah yeah (sly sly sly)
uh uh yeah yeah yeah
n-gga they talkin, they envy (uh uh uh, yea-yea)
n-gga they talkin, they envy, i cannot ooh (yeah)
n-gga they talkin they envy, yeah
i cannot f-ck with you (nah nah) i cannot uh (never)
i cannot uh uh yea yea uh uh (b)

[verse 1: ttg picasso]
i cannot, what (uh), i cannot f-ck with you
uh yea yea yea, i cannot f-ck with you
n-gga they talkin, they envy me, i don’t give a f-ck
i just count this bread (b b) yeah i just wanna double up (uh)
all of my n-ggas they bang, all of my n-ggas they do it (uh)
you cannot f-ck with me (uh) all of my n-ggas they shootin (uh)
on my sloot[?], uh yea, on my bas sh-t
if you talkin sh-t, i might pull up with a flash big (uh)
n-gga talk sh-t (uh)
i might pull up, bah bah shoot his sh-t (bah)
n-ggas talkin what uh uh shoot his sh-t
if you talk one more time, i might uh shoot again (uh, sh-t)
f-ck what you sayin lil b-tch, i pull up (uh yea yea)
f-ck what you sayin lil b-tch, yea yea (uh uh uh)
i got glocks, i got k’s if you talk one more time i might have to let it spray b-tch
[verse 2: de’vinci]
(yuh, huh, wait, huh, uh) let it spray b-tch
n-ggas talkin sh-t, i’mma (what) blow his brains b-tch
(yuh, ay) play a n-gga? boy you soft sh-t
(yuh) pull up on his street, (b) brr spray that b
ay and the gang gon ride (hmm yuh yuh)
(huh) when the gang gon ride (huh yeah)
leave that n-gga dead (dead)
shot that n-gga in his head (wha wha wha)
(hmm) pull up that n-gga gon slide (slide), pull up that n-gga gon die (die)
gun him that choppa gon spray (brr), and uh my n-gga gon die (sssheew)
(huh, yeah, sip, b, huh) yeah, they gon die
(huh, chuh, brr-brr-brr, what) they gon die

[verse 3: sofaygo]
yeah pull up (huh), slide (yeah), drop them with that fye (ay)
make that n-gga cry, and we got a mexican wife
i can see the lies, look into her eyes
beatin down her bed, and now i got a s-x surprise
mobbin mobbin (skrr) yeah you know we mobbin (beh)
pull up with that stick you know that sh-t it get to choppin (chop)
yeah these n-ggas mad because they music steady floppin
n-ggas talk bout money but then realize he don’t got it
hot sh-t, hot sh-t, faygo on that hot sh-t
faygo doin damage faygo take off like a rocket
cousin beat the pot until that motherf-cker lock in
these n-ggas be g-y because they steady d-ck hoppin (never)
bey

- ttg picasso

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