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letra de 3rd world - wnc whop bezzy

{verse}
lately i been in the streets,that’s just how i’m comin’
aimin pickin’ up the phone,they think i’m actin’ funny
n-ggas playin’ on my top,must think that i’m a dummy
i can’t wait to catch you lackin’ hit you with this tommy
glock it holds 50 shots,this cutter hold a 100
n-gga thought that i forgot,b-tch don’t you owe me money?
trappin in the same spot,it ain’t no need from running
ain’t no need for up the conversate if it ain’t bout’ no money
ion (i don’t) f-ck with n-ggas cause they fifty boy my clique a hundred
ion need yo b-tch she on my d-ck you need to get yo woman
same b-tch that used to suck me down when i was bummy look
same b-tch that’s on a n-gga d-ck since i got money look
ion give a f-ck bout how you feel just keep it real with me
i wonder if i wasn’t who i was would you be feelin me
turned up on the stage we throwin’ 3s i got that [?] with me
catch me by myself sh-t i ain’t trippin’ b-tch,that steel with me
and ion really give a f-ck,prolly never will
f-ck that boy that’s on his hat i told that n-gga chill
n-gga can’t be lookin’ for whop bezzy sh-t i’m in the field
b-tch you talkin’ crazy like you with it,that ain’t how you live
make me bring that pressure to yo head,show you how it feel
b-tch you feelin’ play sh-t waddup? come get you a k!ll
my lil n-ggas ready for the spin just like a f-ckin’ drill
when is up it ain’t no comin down it is what it is
i heard a n-gga got a bag on me,get yo money back
you see yo shooter roam my f-ckin’ block,he ain’t comin back
we certified and b-tch we uppin’ first,sh-t ain’t no dumpin back
if a n-gga miss you that was gone but b-tch we comin’ back
i’m sorry this the life i live you better not play with me
i know i gotta keep my steel cause n-ggas hate on me
move around if you don’t keep it real,there ain’t no play with me
cause i can’t trust a soul,f-ck these hoes i got my bae with me
she hate when i be loaded,never sober cause i play for keeps
you trynna get that pack i got the gas,b-tch come f-ck with me
pull up on me stunt,pow pow,knock you off yo feet
that’s what you get,since you want be seen put you on a [?]
{outro}
yeah
i had to run that b-tch like that,you heard me,oh ma god
you know we feel [?] you know 3rd world,you know
f-ck a n-gga head be shouldn’t head out there
talkin [fame?] posted in the [?] ,i’m prolly in the back
if a n-gga roam me,do they sh-t,they all got a pack
i heard these n-ggas out there broke,you better get a sack
come around and flexin’ with yo sh-t,then you gettin’ jacked
and that’s on god n-gga (prr prr),oh ma god…

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