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letra de 1by1 - v9

[intro: jimmy & v9]
what you saying? real simon cowell
if i say—if i say what i do when i trap with detail, i can get locked up
ask what i’m on, i ain’t no p-ssy (no chance), i left man, pull out the mop out my hoodie
one by one, load the dots
v9 music all day, every day

[verse 1: jimmy & v9]
if i say—if i say what i do when i trap with detail, i can get locked up
get cash and prosper, straight drillers and trappers
know we ain’t acting, we ain’t winning no oscar (no)
if gang spin this whip, all you’re gonna see is that plate and b-mper
low face, straight hunger, so you better warn your party
four plus five, that’s nine, oh sh-t, better go warn somebody (better go warn them)
gyali come gold, cute and rude, plus she got face and body (she want love from a thug)
she want love from a thug, bet jimmy’s at t most probably (in the t house)
i be hitting them cells one by one, that’s a box gone
plus they want me—plus they want me to rap now, but the trap’s there if the rap goes wrong
jimmy’s—jimmy’s been a grinder, still serve grub like i go chop
if i go plot, that’s stains in [?], then i shot my guy, like, “what are you on?”
hit up the plug like, “what’s on the menu?” (what’s on the plate?)
i don’t know about please or thank you’s (nope)
little bro hittin’ them cells, see you on street, how lucky, i met you
some of my g’s are thieving, eyes light up when seeing them kettles (when seeing them kettles)
might get stung by a pr-ck like i’m playing with nettles, or see a mask and sword like v9, deadpool (that’s me)
it’s mental (it’s mad), they just talk a lot, but that sh-t is dreadful
young boy chilling on the block, might as well go fetch some petrol
got sold, made the drink on a fly day, but i weren’t drinking red bull

[chorus]
one by one, load the dots (load that), tri—trip up on shots (bow)
you don’t wanna get turned off (don’t), look at the strength of this mop (just look at it)
pot shots, not rocks, it’s long (bow), run a man down for fun (ayy, come here)
niners pull up and dump (ayy), hand ting take away your lung (bow, bow)
one by one, load the dots (load that), tri—trip up on shots (bow)
you don’t wanna get turned off (don’t), look at the strength of this mop (just look at it)
pot shots, not rocks, it’s long (bow), run a man down for fun (ayy, come here)
niners pull up and dump (ayy), hand ting take away your lung (bow, bow)

[verse 2: v9]
ask what i’m on, i ain’t no p-ssy (no chance), i left man, pull out the mop out my hoodie (splash)
still pop, get zoobied (deadout), i’m beefing a whole lot of rookies (some d-ckheads)
free bro, like a parachute, he’s in the landing (ayy), it’s outstanding how they pull up their pants and vanish (ayy, come here)
[?] like volts, electrocute and more smoke, swing my shank with force (swing my shank with force)
man, he knows how it goes, get a man—get a man down with my toy, look at bro and say “let’s go”
opp block, i’m known, if i [?] my waist, oh god, oh no
they run in shorts, trackie jeans (ayy, come here), get chinged like your gucci t (splashed out)
and if you get chinged in twos, then you know it’s mean p (bp)
gang way—gang way too wicked (ayy), hop out, you’re finished (you’re done)
slap corn, let’s see who’s faster (ayy, come here), bulges like i slap man’s fanta

- v9

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