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letra de white chalk - zaybang

[chorus]
ayy, i told baby, “i be to the neck,” i’m in this two-seat
real n-gga, yeah, i’m ’bout a check, yeah, i get blue cheese
we gotta get a bag, i swear to god, or you gon’ lose me
i bought guns for n-ggas who might never even use ’em
rearrange a f-ck n-gga face and we had two chops
slither up, make him get low, you hear that boom bap
h-lla guns, nah, this sh-t ain’t over, we got two stops
social thugs, every other day we got a new opp

[verse]
make a f-ck n-gga crash his whip when we on 580
catch up, ’cause i done threw more touchdowns than tom brady
two cups and i just sipped a four, b-tch, i am not lazy
how the f-ck you blowin’ up my phone and you did not pay me?
the last b-tch had to send me five, that’s a down payment
physical therapy for suckers, he at outpatient
told baby, “i come with a bag, that’s some foundation”
i heard you on that black-and-white, boy, you a dalmatian
and, ayy, and we don’t talk about it, that’s what the b-tch do
i told ’em, “load up, we finna skip through”
i swear to god, i had a pistol if i skipped school
this n-gga tryna post a ten like that’s big news
i heard you n-ggas f-ckin’ b-tches that got big shoes
she mad i ain’t throwin dollars, i got big blues
and n-gga, we don’t do no mentions, we’ll skip dude
like, they ain’t with it, but that’s family, we on them too
ayy, just hit a n-gga for some p’s at the pop-up
these b-tches f-ckin’ with them suckers, get a drop up
ayy, gang task on our d-ck, they can’t stop us
ayy, let me jump up out the whip, i could stomp up
b-tch, throw some sixes on my whip like a tonka
i got her chewin’ on this d-ck like some mambas
b-tch n-ggas know i keep juice, this ain’t jamba
clown me and my b-tch with the sh-t, casablanca
[chorus]
ayy, i told baby, “i be to the neck,” i’m in this two-seat
real n-gga, yeah, i’m ’bout a check, yeah, i get blue cheese
we gotta get a bag, i swear to god, or you gon’ lose me
i bought guns for n-ggas who might never even use ’em
rearrange a f-ck n-gga face and we had two chops
slither up, make him get low, you hear that boom bap
h-lla guns, nah, this sh-t ain’t over, we got two stops
social thugs, every other day we got a new opp

[outro]
we on them too
ayy, just hit a n-gga for some p’s at the pop-up
these b-tches f-ckin’ with them suckers, get a drop up
ayy, gang task on our d-ck, they can’t stop us
ayy, let me jump up out the whip, ’cause i could stomp up

- zaybang

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