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letras de 100roundv!zzy – onnat b!tch

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[intro]
where the lean at?
where the green at?
where the lean at?

(swoopee this a banger)

[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b~tch
b~tch want me, put the team onnat b~tch
bunch of young n~ggas love to scheme in this b~tch
mixin’ sprite with the f~ckin’ lean in this b~tch
if you gang bang then b~tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f~ckin’ p~ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse]
put that mother f~ckin’ pressure on a n~gga
10 shots, you gone need a f~ckin’ stretcher for a n~gga
b~tch swallowed me like some mothеr f~ckin’ liquor
now she keep askin’ me if i wanna f~ckin’ l!ck her
said no b~tch, you a hoе b~tch
matter fact, get the f~ck up out my home b~tch
give me dome b~tch, get on the floor b~tch
matter fact, stop, drop, roll b~tch
watch me blow a whole f~ckin’ oz
outside, screamin’ f~ck the police
you got to watch n~ggas like a f~ckin’ rollie
cause you could get k!lled by your homie
don’t give a f~ck ’bout how rich a n~gga is
you could have all the money and still be a b~tch
and you claim that you solid but you still snitch
i don’t take your word for it come and show me b~tch
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b~tch
b~tch want me, put the team onnat b~tch
bunch of young n~ggas love to scheme in this b~tch
mixin’ sprite with the f~ckin’ lean in this b~tch
if you gang bang then b~tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f~ckin’ p~ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse 2]
new jeans, blood stains on em’
n~gga stay flexin’ i’ma hit a stain on em’
got a check called my lil homie, put a chain on em’
put a check on your neck, f~ck it let it spray on em’
police pull us over, put the ounce in my drawers
all i ever do is break the mother f~ckin’ law
i’ma have bro hack yo mother f~ckin’ cash app
b~tch do me dirty, pull this draco out my backpack
for all you hatin’ n~ggas wanna talk sh~t
got a chopstick, and h~lla youngin’s lovin’ to chop sh~t
you with the opps then you a opp too
f~ck leek he can meet this f~ckin’ mop too
you were my n~gga man you was my cousin folk
you hangin’ with the other side you’s a f~ckin’ hoe
b~tch i’m way too cold like a eskimo
let me know when you finna have my f~ckin’ dough
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b~tch
b~tch want me, put the team onnat b~tch
bunch of young n~ggas love to scheme in this b~tch
mixin’ sprite with the f~ckin’ lean in this b~tch
if you gang bang then b~tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f~ckin’ p~ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

glock 17 with a beam onnat b~tch
b~tch want me, put the team onnat b~tch
bunch of young n~ggas love to scheme in this b~tch
mixin’ sprite with the f~ckin’ lean in this b~tch
if you gang bang then b~tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f~ckin’ p~ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

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