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letra de arm & leg - unotheactivist

[intro]
what, yeah, what, what, what, yeah
i’m just gon’- (dig)
let y’all n-ggas know
stand tall
close your mouth, n-gga, y’all biting too much, man
uno, i k!lled it
(thanks, ugly god)

[chorus]
yeah, these n-ggas biting the arm, leg, and the head, tell that bih’, “give me heard or some'”
riding ’round with that chopstick, drop a n-gga, call the meds or some’
man, these n-ggas playing with the feds, i can’t even beef with a n-gga, he dead or some’
pillow talking to a b-tch, boy, i’ll probably go hop in her bed or some’
and in your house, i’ma creep
chilling in your house, smoking leaf
riding ’round six-deep in the jeep
pull up and lay him out in the street
told ’em, “i’m real cold, i’m anemic”
feeling like john cena, can you see me?
i’m in that [?]
open your eyes, this is not a dream

[verse]
ooh, open the doors, i sneak
i see your bed then hop in the sheets
i f-cked your b-tch, and i was freak, freak, freak, p-ssy on fleek
know i like water, p-ssy gon’ sing, sing, sing, and it was pink
and i’ma say that you a ten, ten, ten, but you with me
i can’t even lie, i thought you was gon’ stink
and you squirted in my eyes, i thought i was gon’ blink
huh, phone ring, your name was on caller id
man, she picking up that phone while she sucking this d
you got ten racks on me, more like ten on my wrist
you got ten racks on me, i’ll put ten in your b-tch
putting light dubs inside my homie ’cause he’s inside the pen’
and these n-ggas, they say they hungry, biting the arm and the leg

[chorus]
yeah, these n-ggas biting the arm, leg, and the head, tell that bih’, “give me heard or some'”
riding ’round with that chopstick, drop a n-gga, call the meds or some’
man, these n-ggas playing with the feds, i can’t even beef with a n-gga, he dead or some’
pillow talking to a b-tch, boy, i’ll probably go hop in her bed or some’
and in your house, i’ma creep
chilling in your house, smoking leaf
riding ’round six-deep in the jeep
pull up and lay him out in the street
told ’em, “i’m real cold, i’m anemic”
feeling like john cena, can you see me?
i’m in that [?]
open your eyes, this is not a dream

[outro]
b-tch-ass lil’ n-gga
snitch-ass lil’ n-gga
try to run up, i got .40, you’ll get hit with that, n-gga
and i got big, big figures
(thanks, ugly god)

- unotheactivist

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