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letra de my young krew - ugliestrapperalive

[chorus]
b-tch, i’ve been hanging with my crew
trying to get this money b-tch, who the f-ck is you
who the f-ck is you, lil screws b-tch she’ll pop a f-cking tool

no this ain’t motherf-cking no hoe gang
please stop playing b-tch, i’m a motherf-cking grown man
hoe ass n-gga he get laid on like a frying pan, get fried
f-ck that sh-t b-tch h-ll yeah he gotta die

[verse 1]
i’m from lw, b-tch where we sliding
everyday and night we some motherf-cking hybrids
a god d-mn tank full of sharks n-gga we so violent
f-ck that sh-t b-tch, yeah, who gon’ god d-mn pop it
please don’t test this b-tch you get wet up
with a 380 f-ck that sh-t it’s a tec bruh
no, it’s a god d-mn shotgun he get blast out
f-ck that sh-t like a rocket, oh, b-tch hе blast off
he dead now, he got sеnt to heaven, but he got sent to h-ll
n-gga he don’t got no blessings, b-tch that’s a 166 bruh
b-tch better watch your mouth, b-tch who [?] and we run a f-cking hand house
yeah, we run a f-cking hand house t house, the trap house, n-gga watch your f-cking mouth
the rule to the streets keep your motherf-cking mouth closed
don’t say sh-t to 12 f-ck that sh-t that’s a no no
(yeah, f-ck that sh-t, f-ck them hoes)
we get tryna god d-mn get this f-cking bankroll
get to the motherf-cking money sh-t ain’t funny
we still run their sh-t yeah up to still a hunnid
hunnid mill’

[chorus]
b-tch, i’ve been hanging with my crew
trying to get this money b-tch, who the f-ck is you
who the f-ck is you, lil screws b-tch she’ll pop a f-cking tool

no this ain’t motherf-cking no hoe gang
please stop playing, b-tch i’m a motherf-cking grown man
hoe ass n-gga he get laid on like a frying pan, get fried
f-ck that sh-t b-tch h-ll yeah he gotta die

[verse 2]
i don’t feel no god d-mn sympathy for a f-ck n-gga
i don’t feel no sympathy for a motherf-cking hoe n-gga
get up out my sight, it’s all right we going to die tonight
who going to shoot first h-ll yeah who gon’ die tonight
this sh-t my life, from the streets, yeah full of ice
i don’t got no motherf-cking heart b-tch i’m full of ice
cold nights got them kites flying [?]
tryna god d-mn feed your mama n-gga tryna get the [?]
we can buy houses but we can’t even come from my cell
this sh-t n-gga i was 24 hour locked down put that sh-t up in the cell
n-gga god d-mn going through h-ll, heaven on my night
n-gga god d-mn tryna fight, n-gga who gon’ die tonight

[chorus]
b-tch, i’ve been hanging with my crew
trying to get this money b-tch, who the f-ck is you
who the f-ck is you, lil screws b-tch she’ll pop a f-cking tool

- ugliestrapperalive

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