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letra de fill the void - young shiners & est lu mike

[intro: est lu mike]
(lucci, how you feel? yeah)
(lucci, how you feel?)
yeah, uh

[chorus: est lu mike]
yeah, i ain’t got no ho card you can pull, play, we gon’ get it goin’
if you ain’t my n-gga, don’t be worryin’ ’bout what i get it for
i put all my work in for my terry, who you hittin’ for?
i dog all these hoes, they hit the door soon as i get annoyed
you ain’t got no motion, i suppose that you go get employed
they gon’ hear his sh-t and get addicted like they hittin’ boy
don’t know what it is ’bout zippin’ sh-t, but i seem to enjoy it
but who is you to judge? they took my boy, i’m just tryna fill the void

[verse: est lu mike]
who did it like me? eighteen and rich, i’d say i did alright
come from where it’s vicious like a grizzly, slip and lose your life
all my beef on sight, i can’t find it in myself to type
or write no n-gga back when i can jump out, hit him with this pipe
i’ma livе my life for all my guys who didn’t get a chance
dеalt the cards they put inside my hand, it turned me to a man
you know your ass ran when he got slumped, no way you makin’ songs
if i blow this pipe, then best believe bro ‘nem gon’ sing along
he only a gangster on ig, sh-t, we gon’ raise his tone
or it might be bullsh-t, i don’t know, i’m still gon’ send him home
they know what i’m on, before i started rap, i been a threat
and i’m gon’ get active everywhere else but the internet
when you mention me, just don’t forget that i got chicken stacked
enough to make a n-gga just say, “f-ck it,” leave his n-gga whacked
no hittin’ back, i still’ll call my chef, you know i been a problem
i ain’t worried ’bout my opps, they know i’m out here, should’ve been done popped him
ain’t got it for no reason, keep my yeeky, i’m gon’ get it poppin’
y’all knew what it was, it took one song to get the city watchin’
[chorus: est lu mike]
yeah, i ain’t got no ho card you can pull, play, we gon’ get it goin’
if you ain’t my n-gga, don’t be worryin’ ’bout what i get it for
i put all my work in for my terry, who you hittin’ for?
i dog all these hoes, they hit the door soon as i get annoyed
you ain’t got no motion, i suppose that you go get employed
they gon’ hear his sh-t and get addicted like they hittin’ boy
don’t know what it is ’bout zippin’ sh-t, but i seem to enjoy it
but who is you to judge? they took my boy, i’m just tryna fill the void

- young shiners est lu mike

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