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lirik lagu 503 $coob – gap – 503 $coob ft. 503 augy & frappy da goon

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[chorus: 503 $coob]

said he want smoke, swear to god he can have it
im on the block with a b-tch and she ratchet

c-ke like a sticker i sniff and i scratch it
sell it in pounds yeah you know that we trap it

that boy a ball; he get hit with the racket
swear to god he gone die if he caught lackin’

my stick in a burger, yeah i’m big mackin’
we smoking good, you smoking on plastic

[verse 1: frappy da goon]
lil b-tch how that drum sound?
boutta throw rounds (pew pew pew)
smoking dope b-tch i’m downtown
shipping out the pound (out the pound)
she a thot, shawty get around i can’t f-ck with her
b-tch i’ll put u on the ground
i’m with the sh-ts, so all these mothaf-ckas like me (bee bee)
stomping round brand new pair of nikes,(pair of nikes) so icy,(so icy) b-tch my fits stay pricey
am i looking like a lick b-tch it’s mothaf-ckin likely

[chorus: 503 $coob]

said he want smoke, swear to god he can have it
im on the block with a b-tch and she ratchet

c-ke like a sticker i sniff and i scratch it
sell it in pounds yeah you know that we trap it

that boy a ball; he get hit with the racket
swear to god he gone die if he caught lackin’

my stick in a burger, yeah i’m big mackin’
we smoking good, you smoking on plastic

[verse 2: 503 augy]
30 got kick
invite your b-tch
she suck my d-ck i kick out the b-tch
if she suck d-ck i can’t kiss on her lips
stop talking mad sh-t i know u ain’t go do nothing
and you not a big plug u getting crumbs i’m eating big m-ffins
my fit exclusive u ain’t seen this sh-t before
if u wanna throw hands u wake up on the floor, (pow pow)
keep a mac inside my drawer
we f-cked now she ask for more, (pow)
she a groupie she a wh-r-, (pow)
the ps come from out of state they shipped to my door

[verse 3: 503 $coob]

he said he ready for war imma try him
i put the glock in his face now he crying
if i ever talk to feds i be lying
that boy a b-tch he an opp he be spying

run up on us soon you’ll be dying
run up on us soon you’ll be flying
stay with clique we keep sticks and you not with the sh-t so lil b-tch plz just stop trying


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