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letra de str8 bars - yung manotti

[verse]
you know we strapped up in this b-tch
glock with an extended clip this hoe look like a hockey stick
i just got a holster for it but that b-tch don’t even fit
i forgot it had a beam, plus i added extra sh-t
and the opps talking sh-t, but it’s cool, we gon slide
out the window with the chop, spot his ass, let it ride
when yo ass hear that hemi
better run yeah and hide
where the f-ck the opps go? it feel good outside
why they ass on the porch
see my gun through my shorts
see a n-gga i don’t like, hit his ass with the torch
hit his ass with that fire, yeah that fire, he got scorched
i be balling on these n-ggas
on these n-ggas with no court
and the bullets be the ball, and you know that we gon pass em
turn yo n-gga to a pack we smoke his ass, didn’t even ask him
f-ck a mask, put him in the bag, yeah we finna trash him
throw a lob up to god, it’s yo soul, he can have it
i be on these n-ggas necks, yeah i feel just like a necklace
why you trippin bout that b-tch, i been scratched her off the checklist
and i’m still swerving that scatt, why you still whipping that lexus?
and all my guns yeah they be big, like i got them sh-ts from texas
and i don’t text none of my exes
but they ass still want affection
hit me up like ‘what you doing’
i cap like i ain’t get the message
and if she ugly then i’m lost, and i probably need directions
she like ‘when you tryna f-ck’ and i’m like ‘what i got a preference’
and if she bad then that sh-t sad cause imma dive in
she want the whole thang, but ain’t get it, just put 5 in
she tryna give me top and i’m like ‘sh-t what’s on your mind then’
she want me to cuff and i reply wit ‘it’s bad timing’
d-mn yeah i’m that n-gga
and she got stretch marks so i call her my lul tigger
we be f-cking off the beans, yeah i just popped me a jigga
give her options, love to get high, yeah before i hit her
feeling good, smoked a wood, h-ll nah ion f-ck with swishers
she want pipe, feeling right, tryna move yall to the left
i told that b-tch to keep on stepping if her ass not dtf
and i ain’t tryna go on dates for you to talk me half to death
that sh-t locked, if it’s wok, then you know i’m michael phelps

- yung manotti

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