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letra de deja vu - xanth3e

post up my drip, make it viral, sick
pull up with skimasks got straps, we got sticks
i still ride with my pole, i still ride with my bl!ck
i still ride with yo hoe, i still ride with the stick
still ride with my homies, i ride with the clique
i saw him i pulled out my mask for the l!ck
might bussdown my watch, put the ching on the tick
might bussdown yo thot, put this thang on her lips
i heard that he snitched on a dime
he flashing that blade, but i got me a nine
pullup from the back and we blowing out spines
cavi keep packs of woods on him, like pines
look at the sauce, look at the watter dripping on me, voss
im counting the green, moss
you can’t catch me taking a loss
look at this bad lil bih
look at all these chains
look through the 6x scope
the choppa got range
look how it hit
my shawty get wet when i drip
tsunami make waves in this b-tch
the whole clique just wanna be rich
red rum with the fl!ck of a switch
fifty round drum on a snitch
not a single slug left in the clip
forty four in my pocket the ar 15 on my hip
lil shorty pullup jus to cop it
feeling up on the uzi the rocket
then she tug on my chain, locket
f-cking my sh-t up like moshpit
swerving, no top in the dark
sending off shots make ya mark
they sayin’ that we acting stupid?
well f-ck, we dont wanna be smart!
they claiming the club all exclusive?
but they letting me in no id
then they sat us up in vip
then she threw it back on me for free
cause she knew that i came in the coupe
and she want a lil taste of the juice
and she freaky, she dig the abuse
put my arm round her neck, like a noose
the number one plug in my city was up in the courthouse just bumping my tunes
serving the pack with my slimes
hittin the l!cks with my goones
cavi said “we gonna make it, just give it some time till we hittin’ the stu”
then we made hit number one
then we made hit number two

{cavi god}
made hit number two, up in the stu (aye)
with your boo (aye)
whatchu gon’ do? (aye)
speaking that truth
smoking that gas, you smoking that boof
im sippin’ that lean
you sippin’ that act, n-gga no no
im f-ckin’ ya hoe
knock, knock, knock, open that door
if you want blow, knock three times, you already know
im on the block
b-tch ion need no muf-ckin’ clock
f-ck the opps
we keep glocks, sendin’ shots
thirty glocks, thirty shots at the opps
watch em drop, head spin, watch em drop
uh, uh
watch me stack it, yeah
f-ckin’ on yo b-tch you know that i get back ends, yeah
stack it
stack it
look at my wallet, it’s fat b-tch
ion tote no f-cking gadget (yeah)
go go on my gadget (yeah)
f-ckin’ these b-tches
all of these b-tches, yeah, they jus like some addicts
countin’ the cash, yeah, i stuff in the mattress
uh, uh, yeah
yeah, i stuff in the mattress

- xanth3e

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