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letra de apollo creed - verde babii

[intro: verde babii]
big 24 sh-t, n-gga
aye

[chorus: verde babii]
i’ma break this lil hoe down, i feel like suga free
come through with all my ice on, i feel like mr. t
beat the f-ck out a n-gga like apollo creed
that was love? what i’d do for you you wouldn’t do for me
[?], slapped about a fifty on this 23
bro ain’t got a job, he specialize in hopping out on feet
they left a n-gga traumatized with all the sh-t i seen
b-tch, i’m married to the block, i need a wedding ring
[verse 1: verde babii]
b-tch, i’m married to the block, i need a prenup
northside, 2400 baby, throw your vs up
off a pill the only time this n-gga td up
heard your lil brother in the county getting beat up
like aye, n-gga, he getting punched out
i remember sneaking in late getting cussed out
h-lla guns and h-lla drugs in my mama house
d-mn, just tell her i’m sorry
heard a sucker checked out, we finna throw a party
i hate a n-gga that take it to the live, this n-gga icarly
i hate a n-gga that take it to the net, this n-gga james harden
n-gga, shoot a three-pointer
caught—that was a score, had to free throw him
i love it when i’m off the percocet and she be deep throating
aye, like she ain’t got no throat
lil bro stuck up in the field, he ain’t got no hope
this lil b-tch gon’ give me all her trap, hand me all her cho
i can’t f-ck with a broke b-tch that ain’t got no dough
how the f-ck you want funk and ain’t got no pole?
n-gga, make it make sense

[chorus: verde babii]
i’ma break this lil hoe down, i feel like suga free
come through with all my ice on, i feel like mr. t
beat the f-ck out a n-gga like apollo creed
that was love? what i’d do for you you wouldn’t do for me
[?], slapped about a fifty on this 23
bro ain’t got a job, he specialize in hopping out on feet
they left a n-gga traumatized with all the sh-t i seen
b-tch, i’m married to the block, i need a wedding ring
[verse 2: ssrichh33]
beat the f-ck out a n-gga like apollo creed
posted on the block, the trap booming, i got what you need
i’m a top hat, head coach, i feel like [?]
i’m tryna make his car stop, boy, these .223s
come through with all my ice on, i feel like [?]
oh, you one of them? he talking hot, we pulling up to [?]
these mcqueens on my feet, these ain’t no regular shoes
she tryna hit the road, i kicked her out, b-tch, we ain’t got no room
n-gga, i’m a sleazeball
these n-ggas my kids, b-tch, i could feed y’all
i’ll do the skit to the neck, b-tch, i don’t need y’all
i just pulled up on [?] to drop my feets off
i don’t want a relationship, i need a 304
told bro to grab the drac, who knocking at the door?
you left the house irritated ’cause you n-ggas broke
we ain’t worried ’bout no pape, boy, this sh-t on the floor

- verde babii

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