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letra de lil brudda - vonoff1700

[intro]
turnt up, not burnt up, n-gga diss on the gang, get his dumb ass sent up, n-gga (come on, we gone, lil’ fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

[verse 1]
i am what i am, b-tch, i come from the trenches
if he d-ck-ride the opps, we gon’ catch him and drench him
he got in face and got popped like a pimple
murder and money, it’s just that simple (just that simple)
into it with us, better get your a pistol
when i run into opps, i be pushin’ the issue
if the opps get booked, we gon’ shoot up they venue (shoot they sh-t up)
munchie and marsh up top on the menu (thеy dead ass)
uh, shots went off, now it’s to be continuеd (rrah, rrah)
lil’ baby, i’m broke, i don’t got sh-t to send you (i don’t)
put the glock in his mouth like i’m workin’ for dental
the straight got hot, now we ridin’ the rental
uh, playin’ both sides, you gon’ die in the middle
bounce out, get up close, i don’t shoot from the triple (come here)
you died for that gang and don’t even miss you (dumbass)
go ask ’bout lil’ von, he left two n-ggas crippled

[bridge]
no, lil’ buddy, get up, lil’ buddy, no

[verse 2]
what happened? sh-t, nothin’, we caught him and clapped him (clapped his ass)
i really spank sh-t, i am not rapper
sh-t-bag him, get that n-gga a pamper
i’m tryna pour up, who got tris in atlanta?
canada dry cream soda, this not no fanta (dumbass)
i’m with three hoes and i’m flyer than santa
white and black straight, this b-tch look a phantom (okay)
said he want smoke with the gang, we givin’ him cancer
10 milli’ glock turn his ass to a dancer (his b-tch ass)
i got a lil’ money, she callin’ me handsome (the f-ck?)
just got some new glocks, now we finna enhance ’em (enhance the switch and sh-t)
he not from the ‘raq, man, that n-gga from lansing (his b-tch ass)
spent three bucks on two pairs of pants (two pair of pants)
when i’m in the ‘raq, i be runnin’ from transit (runnin’ from transit)
bubble moncler, where your phone? you can scan it
any beat vonno got on, he done ran it (i ran that b-tch)
the opps dropped a song and ain’t n0body playin’ it (b-tch ass)
what ’bout the belt to the opps? we be layin’ it (you know that)
beat up his ride, left his dumb ass stranded (come here, b-tch ass)
got on a plane, died soon as he landed (dumbass)
shoot off his arm, leave a f-ck n-gga handless
f-ckin’ a lil’ white b-tch named candice
uh, free lil don, my shorty a bandit (a bandit)
i just wanna k!ll, they don’t understand me (they don’t understand me)
all my ex broke hoes can’t stand me (they broke ass)
my old b-tch broke, my new b-tch candy (what the f-ck?)
made n-ggas get on the ground like andy
when i caught my first b, i was happy and dandy
won’t f-ck her ’cause the b-tch too manly
f-ck out my face, do a n-gga like stanley
if i’m in they club, they gotta be payin’ me
keep grabbin’ my shirt, tell this b-tch to unhand me (f-ck)
i’ll crack a lil’ joke, but i’m not that friendly (i’m not that friendly)
what’s in my clip make a fat n-gga flimsy
you n-ggas hands be lower than lindsey
spinnin’ they block got a lil’ n-gga dizzy (the f-ck?)
put his dumb ass on a tee like grizzley (you know that)
bullets was hittin’ his body, i seen that sh-t clearly (d-mn)
before i do this, i pray god’ll forgive me (please)
pull up, swing my door, bounce out and get busy (come here, come here)
[outro]
(come here, come here, chase his ass) with his dead dumb ass, come on, we gone
no, lil’ brother, no, they k!lled my lil’ brother

- vonoff1700

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