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letra de speed it up - yus gz

[intro]
grrah, like, bow bow
like, still the face of the, grrah

like, still the face of the bronx
grrah grrah, bow bow
grrah, like, grrah, speed it up, hurry up
speed it up like, grrah grrah, like
, bow bow

[chorus]
fac-face of the bronx, i don’t cap when i talk
like, know these n-ggas they singin’ our song
hop out gang, put a flock in the morgue
i like sippin’ on mud, i just poured up a four
brodie gon’ cl!ck, he gon flock through the door
shorty get neaky, she toppin’ it off
like, try to what, and i’m poppin’ it off
o-ooter go dumb, know he flockin’ it off
bi-b-tch i’ma demon, all these n-ggas soft
dumb wit’ the duece, i got em’ runnin’ off
bro hit a (shh), hit a opp, get em’ gone
bullеts like (shh), i could get out alone
hеad-tap gang, he can’t answer the phone
ooter go kuu’, i’ma do it alone
like, she a smooch, she go dumb on the bone
sh-she throw it back and go dumb on her own
[verse]
like, i’ll smack a b-tch, i got no manners
like, she gon’ shake it on me like a dancer
wockhardt, ab poured 6 in a fanta
top car, brodie gon’ speed in a panda
like, i’m the one, call me santa
b-beam on the drum, leave em’ on a banner
don’t try to run, he get boomed wit’ no camo
brodie go (grrah), leave em’ flat on a banner
lotti gon shoot if he don’t got a answer
like, b-tch i ball like ai, i’m the answer
hop out gang, brodie givin’ out cancer
thotty get freaky, tryna keep my pants up
smokin’ on (shh) too much, can’t answer
goodbye, don’t run, or get beat wit’ the hammer
light-skin b-tch, two-tone, got a hammer
shawty get becky, feel like she montana
thotty won’t talk when i tell her, “have manners”
put the switch on the gun, now he flyin’ to santa
speed it up, i know that b-tch is a dancer
geek it up, she taste some mud in the fanta
beat it up, she call the phone, i’ma answer
african king, b-tch i feel like i’m mansa
like, she like, “yus you the goat, and you handsome”
grrah, grrah
[chorus]
fac-face of the bronx, i don’t cap when i talk
like, know these n-ggas they singin’ our song
hop out gang, put a flock in the morgue
i like sippin’ on mud, i just poured up a four
brodie gon’ cl!ck, he gon flock through the door
shorty get neaky, she toppin’ it off
like, try to what, and i’m poppin’ it off
o-ooter go dumb, know he flockin’ it off
bi-b-tch i’ma demon, all these n-ggas soft
dumb wit’ the duece, i got em’ runnin’ off
bro hit a (shh), hit a opp, get em’ gone
bullets like (shh), i could get out alone
head-tap gang, he can’t answer the phone
ooter go kuu’, i’ma do it alone
like, she a smooch, she go dumb on the bone
sh-she throw it back and go dumb on her own

[outro]
grrah, still the face of the, slide

- yus gz

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