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letra de blackmamba - twanymaine3z

[intro]
turn me up
max what’s happening n-gga
you feel me knocking
twenty-eighty
aye, aye, 3z, gang gang

[chorus]
b-tch we outside, come get your hands dirty
let us sucka hold curry, call him todd gurley
get that boy right together, talkin’ bright and early
slo-be bryant was just startin’, he retired early
b-tch we outside, come get your hands dirty
let us sucka hold curry, call him todd gurley
get that boy right together, talkin’ bright and early
slo-be bryant was just startin’, he retired early

[verse 1]
talking out your neck we slid it through we put a halt to that
stepping through the south with thеm wings i was a part of that
mobbed like godd-mn by them boys, how you a part of that?
now hе’s just a artifact, shouldn’t have been a part of that
still, with the home team, slide through in dome heen
pillow talking out, she slither through and put it on me
young n-gga on his third body, he a og
addicted to the drill, he might f-ck around and od
do it by my lonely, drop a twenty, gin0bili
i just let her throw me, baby act like she know me
they can never hold me, n-ggas gon’ have to show me
n-ggas wanna toast me, i gotta keep it closely
move ghostly, but i’m never noticed
never in they hood, gotta catch ’em after they showed in
all that for my n-ggas, you can bet it, you can quote it
and that thing fully loaded, n-gga, i ain’t gotta show it
[chorus]
b-tch we outside, come get your hands dirty
let us sucka hold curry, call him todd gurley
get that boy right together, talkin’ bright and early
slo-be bryant was just startin’, he retired early
b-tch we outside, come get your hands dirty
let us sucka hold curry, call him todd gurley
get that boy right together, talkin’ bright and early
slo-be bryant was just startin’, he retired early

[verse 2]
cut the head off the snake that’s how that sh-t go
bounce off lil john n-ggas better get low
never falls to the cold till i’m grand old
but he put my name in the stong many n-ggas old
tell ’em what they ain’t know, how but he told
got him on the roll, you know your manager’s a f-ckin’ joke
tell adam22 he better play his role
these n-ggas got no jumper on my f-ckin’ soul
wouldn’t even caught a soul if it wasn’t for that stone
wish my n-ggas woulda listened but we on the go
ain’t no talkin’ when we catch him, we gon’ let it blow
fly peace black, f.a.d. and my brother

- twanymaine3z

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