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letra de so ny - ya boi bron

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so ny

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i’m so ny

i had n-ggas waitin like a p5

n-gga shoutouts to them g5’s

i throw the west up out the window when breeze by

look n-gga i’m the man now

opp n-gga couldn’t stand tall that’s a man down

made a couple bands now

thought it was a post the way they likin my gram now

i’m bout my chicken like the kernel

i get right (write) wit this paper like a journal

i’m to hot anywhere i go inferno
leave the sh-lls over his body like a turtle

the westside where i’m from tho

the streets full of animals welcome to the junglе

don’t run n-gga rumble

but if he take a lost hе gon come back wit a drum roll

one shot clear the block out

i got demons that a put the work in they don’t clock out

know the time n-gga watch out

this klip full of dummies n-gga watch how they drop out

repelic spray on the kicks to wipe the blood off

still play the streets like a drug lord

i been lit what i need a plug for

fiends goin back n forth like a tug war
gangsta on my west n-gga

ain’t talkin marriage when they say i’m the best n-gga

you pose for pics i pose a threat

and for these blues it’s only right i get you left n-gga

these rap n-ggas cap that’s a big letter

i’m still a coogi like a big sweater

notorious wit the lines it feel like big era

yea i got love for pac but feel like big better

million dollars worth of game like my name wallo

showtime like a n-gga work for apollo

nyquil bullets what i call a sleepy hallow

i been a sheff g cookin beats is my motto

they say i’m different kuz i changed like i morphing
i been sick wit this flow like i’m coughing

every verse gettin k!lled need a coffin

can’t get rid of me baby i’m not abortion

rip fred the godson

his pen was heaven sent it’s only right he the god son

his punches hard like he boxing

i learned from the best i swear to god i hope he watching

no gentrification the way that white moving

i love celebrating man i don’t like losing

surrounded myself wit shooters man they just like shootin

it’s 2020 any day could be a night looting

got a second chance to live got me sort of lit

i looked death in the eyes like a horror fl!ck

now that clip long hang like a ornament

shootouts back to back like it’s tournament

made some blue prints and i ain’t even roc nation

i’m big pimpin hey papi what i got her sayin

it’s a hard knock life but the sh-t paying

money cash hoes is all a n-gga taking

had some day ones that turned in day 2

when you winning all that love turns to hate to

look n-ggas in they eyes like i made you

could’ve thru that chain on ya neck i could’ve slaved you

- ya boi bron

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