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L-Gante (BZRP Music Sessions #38)

Eh
L-Gante, what's up
Bizarrap, this one's hood-rap
(Cumbia 4:20 for these niggas)
 
If she calls me I'm there in five minutes, 'cause she knows how I am
Her man doesn't do it for her, so she calls me and there I go
She asks me to do everything to her, her, her
While I'm grinding up another bud-bud-bud-bud
 
And I go there immediately
While she's smoking at the club, she's the best
I give her a kiss so she gets going
Not really knowing why, she's got no competition, eh
 
Two wine tetrabriks
A half cut bottle and I'm grinding up weed
We're out with Biza in the hood, red wine
The highest, taking a gram, moving the bricks
 
A lounger and an umbrella
All these fakes, leave them out
Here we don't fuck with those assholes
And at night, in the car, our chains are shining
 
C'mon, bitch, let's do it 'cause now the toughest one's here
We saw each other on social media, but now we're really doing it
My crew's always ready, homie, 24/7
Where there are no witnesses, I'm always getting it done
 
(No-no) No beef
Hanging out on that street corner, with the grown ups and the kids
I don't disrespect, don't wrong me
I don't get caught up on that shit, I let them keep walking (keep walking)
 
If she calls me I'm there in five minutes, 'cause she knows how I am
Her man doesn't do it for her, so she calls me and there I go
She asks me to do everything to her, her, her
While I'm grinding up another bud-bud-bud-bud
 
And I go there immediately
While she's smoking at the club, she's the best
I give her a kiss so she gets going
Not really knowing why, she's got no competition, eh
 
Two wine tetrabriks
A half cut bottle and I'm grinding up weed
We're out with Biza in the hood, red wine
The highest, taking a gram, moving the bricks
 
I fuck up these fakes
Three 5 litre wine bottles on the plastic pool
A grill and eating chitlins under the gazebo
We hustle until we're millionaires, down the streets
 
I feel like the king
While we're smoking weed, going crazy
Niggas are shirtless, cumbia, ring ting ting
Since we started, we've already ended it, with my team
 
My hood does the most
Bitches are twerking, shaking that ass
Moving with a fake XT, T
I blow the cap off those cops
 
Here in the west side we're raw
We're hood so often
We're doing what nobody could
If they talk too much we leave them speechless, I swear
 
If she calls me I'm there in five minutes, 'cause she knows how I am
Her man doesn't do it for her, so she calls me and there I go
She asks me to do everything to her, her, her
While I'm grinding up another bud-bud-bud-bud
 
Cu-Cu-Cumbia 4:20 for these niggas
L-Gante, what's up
Hoodrap (Bizarrap), eh
These are not lyrics, they're my routime
From the ratchetest bitch to the finest
From the hood, Argentina
Breaking the stage
Killing the league
 
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L-Gante: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 38

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