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letra de sos junior - wlatt boyz

[chorus: fm]
little n-gga should’ve had it
bro’s shooting like [?]
[?]
f-ck that b-tch fat ass chick
price tags pop ’em
opps drop ’em
i can’t leave your b-tch ’round a magnum
i ain’t even talking condom
we up in your block early morning
we up in your block while you yawning
should say this [?] balling
now your dead homies where you balling
my shoes ain’t got no laces
i came for your face b-tch
neck, satan
big racks you know i’m paid b-tch

[verse 1: fm]
big racks you know i’m paid b-tch
you are looking at me for the money
now you want me call you honey
streets get dirty like rugby
i can make that scene ugly
yellow tape caution
you stay cautious
when i was walking ’round with a glock, b-tch
i walk around with a houligan
glock 17 and we going in
and your life line when you on the block it’s thin
we know you ain’t with it, uh
should’ve went to jehovah witness
free smoke like catery, you walk up and i start dishing
gang i made your daughter grow up without a father
might just have a son to make sure he f-ck your daughter
i look at you little n-gga end up like your mama
and i’m gon’ mix you with some f-cking grabba
[chorus: fm]
little n-gga should’ve had it
bro’s shooting like [?]
[?]
f-ck that b-tch fat ass chick
price tags pop ’em
opps drop ’em
i can’t leave your b-tch ’round a magnum
i ain’t even talking condom
we up in your block early morning
we up in your block while you yawning
should say this [?] balling
now your dead homies where you balling
my shoes ain’t got no laces
i came for your face b-tch
neck, satan
big racks you know i’m paid b-tch

[verse 2: msav]
moula, where’s your shotta
i heard he’s an informer
p-ssy n-gga what you wanna
run him down who’s that, lava
free 2x that’s my shotta
big wlatt, big anaconda
f-ck your b-tch back of the taxi
north jane where we got your auntie
where we got your auntie
show fm his first revvy
glock 30 free bro curry
came from trenches we had nothing
in the trap we got something
50 clip start dumping
he’s running, he’s running
o block is nothing
my chain is bussin’
vvs on my neck
this b-tch she’s wet
she suck my d-ck she get the text
we get the drop where you at
sleeping with your b-tch
this n-gga is a b-tch
he’s about to get flipped
[chorus: fm]
little n-gga should’ve had it
bro’s shooting like [?]
[?]
f-ck that b-tch fat ass chick
price tags pop ’em
opps drop ’em
i can’t leave your b-tch ’round a magnum
i ain’t even talking condom
we up in your block early morning
we up in your block while you yawning
should say this [?] balling
now your dead homies where you balling
my shoes ain’t got no laces
i came for your face b-tch
neck, satan
big racks you know i’m paid b-tch

- wlatt boyz

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