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letra de advice - vonoff1700

[intro: vonoff1700]
(yo, adb, this beat go crazy)
i don’t know, foe, it’s like when they turned me down, like talk to them, they can’t hear me (okay, carter, talk to ’em)
uh, come on, uh, alright, okay

[chorus: vonoff1700]
uh, meet a goofy, let him come around and slime him for his pipe (his b-tch ass)
four shooters masked up with dracos tryna take a life (they tryna k!ll somethin’)
pour up four and duck off with my b-tch, i’m chillin’ for the night (i’m with my ho)
see bodies drop, we comin’ back around, lil’ b-tch, we spinnin’ twice (spin again)
she say, “why your windows always busted?” bae, i’m ridin’ strike (this a hot car)
park the v and walk up on them n-ggas while they shootin’ dice (dumbass)
rrah, rrah, stand over him, make sure you do it right (come here, come here)
sittin’ as his crib, when he walk out, we gon’ cut off his lights (we k!llin’ his ass)
you gon’ catch a face shot from this 10, don’t run up tryna fight (your dumb ass)
if i catch a murder case, delete my ‘gram and catch a flight (b-tch, i’m gone)
run into a rap n-gga i don’t like, make jilla take his ice (his b-tch ass)
if they tryna tell you spin on us, they don’t give good advice

[verse: hunxho]
yeah, i been in head for real, know they want me dead for real
these lil’ n-ggas scared to k!ll, i went on like every drill
linked up, i done shot like every single gun that you could think of
i ain’t tryna keep lookin’ for them, boy, like let’s just meet up
i ain’t hard to find, tell ’em come find me
i’m signed to the streets, sh-t, they can’t sign me
these n-ggas talk that street sh-t, i ain’t buyin’ it
just did a show out in the ‘raq, i feel like von, yeah
[chorus: vonoff1700]
uh, meet a goofy, let him come around and slime him for his pipe (his b-tch ass)
four shooters masked up with dracos tryna take a life (they tryna k!ll somethin’)
pour up four and duck off with my b-tch, i’m chillin’ for the night (i’m with my ho)
see bodies drop, we comin’ back around, lil’ b-tch, we spinnin’ twice (spin again)
she say, “why your windows always busted?” bae, i’m ridin’ strike (this a hot car)
park the v and walk up on them n-ggas while they shootin’ dice (dumbass)
rrah, rrah, stand over him, make sure you do it right (come here, come here)
sittin’ as his crib, when he walk out, we gon’ cut off his lights (we k!llin’ his ass)
you gon’ catch a face shot from this 10, don’t run up tryna fight (you dumb ass)
if i catch a murder case, delete my ‘gram and catch a flight (b-tch, i’m gone)
run into a rap n-gga i don’t like, make jilla take his ice (his b-tch ass)
if they tryna tell you spin on us, they don’t give good advice (they dumb ass)

- vonoff1700

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