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letra de fiesta |remastered| - yungsta eggy

verse 1: we move that cocaina, then we move up with that dope, code for medicina, cause we steady moving blow, oh sh-t mothaf-cka wanna knock me on my back, p-ssy boy he ain’t sh-t know i got a f-cking strap, cause i’ll lit yo f-cking ass like a motherf-cking blunt, i’ll hit ’em from the sides cause i know he ain’t gon’ front, i 2 step up on the flows, i be balling like the pros, i’ve completed lots of goals, from rs and not the shoals, b-tch

verse 2: repping alabama all the way to mobile, attaching infrareds i be loading all my steels, try to compromise me then you gonna be k!lled, this that dirty south living imma always keep it trill, gripped and glocked with a .40, ain’t no follower like morty, i called up your little shorty, and she gave me fire dome, now i’m ridin on chrome, she keeps gagging on my foam, now she calls me from your home, and she won’t leave me alone

verse 3: these little hoes fiendin for my enzyme, i blowed up that church and the let bells chime, i’m soaring through the air but no airtime, i transcen d through levels with the end rhymes, punchline like i got it from brolly, and all my homies, i been scheming on the block and buying rollies, i been reading all the books straight from the foley, skimming all through the works just to become yung holy, huh

verse 4: looking for my rhymes like the holy grail, all my b-tches searching like they read in braille, el chapo on the master were the infidels, we slaughter motherf-ckers if you cannot tell, i be up and i’m stumped, loading up that f-cking pump, for a stupid f-cking chump, now his body gets slumped, from the bullets in his body, from that 9 gauge shotti, i whip out lines like ferrari, and to you hoes i ain’t sorry, nah

- yungsta eggy

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