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letra de my pistol - young yadda

woke up on the floor with my pistol
walked to the store with my pistol
everywhere i go with my pistol
i’m gon go with my pistol
f-ck my hoe with my pistol
bag my dope with my pistol
won’t let go of my pistol
when it’s on i’m blowing my pistol
this is yadda baby
i ain’t gon change for nothing
call me rocket baby
yea i’ll push that b-tton
automatic get the dumpin
i knew he was bluffing
cause every time we in his hood
them n-ggas get the running
first time on a mission
did a hit for nothing
we was youngins on a payback
for who tried to jump us
we don’t care about your block
we don’t give f-ck bout nothing
had a crib on the west
i use to stash my pump in
first gun i ever shot
i put some dirt up on it
i don’t hang around no virgins
cause thеy make me noided
talk that sh-t but you don’t livе it
get a n-gga cooked
them the ones who’ll testify
and get a n-gga booked
even k!llas will get a n-gga thrown
in the slamma
that’s why i take my chances
all alone me and my hamma
first time i seen a strap i was still in pampers
my daddy had the jammy stashed
next to the dirty hamper
woke up on the floor with my pistol
walked to the store with my pistol
everywhere i go with my pistol
i’m gon go with my pistol
f-ck my hoe with my pistol
bag my dope with my pistol
won’t let go of my pistol
when it’s on i’m blowing my pistol
automatics automatics keep them whopper’s round me
ooh that lil n-gga crazy they be talking bout me
keep these n-ggas at a distance we don’t talk about me
blow ya brains out right along
with what you thought about me
i got soldiers round me
and they on go without me
yea these waters super deep
i’m talking ocean algae
they say i’m too legit to quit
but you know these hoes gon doubt me
i probably shot ya baby daddy b-tch
who the f-ck your doubting
i’ll put my pistol in ya face
and make you kick his stash
you see this b-tch on my hip
yea this b-tch is bad
what you want cig or mag
get it to you fast
there he go tryna run yo get on his ass
woke up on the floor with my pistol
walked to the store with my pistol
everywhere i go with my pistol
i’m gon go with my pistol
f-ck my hoe with my pistol
bag my dope with my pistol
won’t let go with my pistol
when it’s on i’m blowing my pistol

- young yadda

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