Letra de C4 - 2rare

(Feat. Skilla Baby, Rob49)

She the type to blow just like C4

Fiend for the D like I was givin' her dope (That shit still clappy, though)

Uh, uh (Yeah)

Got that beat from Jumbo (Uh, uh)

(That shit still clappy, though)

Yeah, bad ho getter, real P pusher, bad ho fucker (Yeah)

I get turnt up when I'm fuckin' these slutties (Alright)

Yeah, call me Mr. Drop-that-bag-and-get-shit-done-to-niggas (Yeah)

Call me Mr. Pop-outside-with-all-the-bitches-with-me (Yeah)

Call me Mr. Money-getter, bulletproof whipper, uh (Yeah)

Call me Mr. Pop-my-shit-like-a-brand-new-pimple (Yeah)

You know she don't fuck with him, that's why she fuckin' me (For real)

You know that I'm ballin', could've played for Heat Elite (Uh-huh)

You know 2Rare bring all the TikTokers to the street (Yeah)

Proposin' to a what? Bitch, I put bitches on they knees (Uh-huh)

My neck and wrist on icy, come rock my mic, please (Yeah)

And I know that she like me, but can't do wifies (Yeah)

I'm the one from the trenches, got the hood TikTokin' (Uh-huh)

Ran them blues up so quick, they thought they seen Sonic

Like, what the fuck? Tryna chase me, bitches tryna rape me

How the fuck I keep it a hundred when niggas barely kept it eighty?

Lil' bitch, come through smellin' like Bacarat, yeah, she my type of thot

She be screaming, "Bae, it's shot o'clock," she on my type of time

They seein' red with all these red beams, that shit like chicken pox

They lost, it's not the end of the quarter yet, them pussies switchin' sides

You know this Glock Kodak Black, I can't stop, I won't stop (Uh-huh)

Don't you know your hair grow once you eat my cock?

Ayy, bend that ass over, yeah, I think we need to talk (Hello)

Stillettos with a fat ass, I love the way she walk (Come here)

She the type to blow just like C4

Fiend for the D like I was givin' her dope (Huh, that shit still clappy, though)

She just want me 'cause I'm a rapping street nigga (Ha)

She don't want you because she lettin' me hit her (Ha)

I'm a top ten, but I'm not ten

Phone ringin' like I'm boxin' off the Roxannes

If you see me in the buildin', please don't let my opps in

He gon' either get punched by me or shot by my mans (Where that pole that?)

All this ice and gold on, I look like I'm Frozone (Ha)

You don't want me to have her, nigga, take your ho home (Go home)

I'm a fresh ass, put a threat on a threat ass (Shit)

I get dressed last, my bag elastic, a stretch bag (Yee, ha)

She the type to blow just like C4

Fiend for the D like I was givin' her dope (That shit still clappy, though)

What? What? What?

That shit still clappy, though (Wow-wow, wow-wow)

I want a thirty-inch bustdown middle part right now (Wow-wow)

Make it twerk then (Wow-wow, what?)

Make it, make it twerk then (What? What?), huh, ha

Make it twerk then

Make it twerk then (What? What?), uh

(Wow-wow) Yeah

(Wow-wow) Yeah

(Wow-wow) Yeah

(Wow-wow) Yeah

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