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minute [special version] - sosa77 & 4evrsauce lyrics lyrics

yuh, huh

[hook: sosa77]
hoe wanna f+ck, i’m talm ’bout in it
hoe wanna f+ck, just give me a minute
’bouta run up some bags, yeah, i’m tryna spend it
ain’t tryna sign, b+tch, i want me a million
don’t worry, ’bout what i’m doin’, hoe thats not yo concern
she hittin’ my pops, tryna see what i earn
you better back the f+ck up, ‘fore yo ass get burnt
n+ggas sippin’ on lean, pop a perc, get turnt
cartier glasses, call me a nerd
movin’ them packs, i go to work

[verse 1: sosa77]
hoe wanna f+ck, hoe wanna f+ck
hoe wanna f+ck, hoe wanna f+ck
i want the bucks, boy, i want the bucks
n+gga throwin’ bullets like a f+ckin’ buck
shut the f+ck up, i don’t wanna hear
just shut the f+ck up, get out my ear
hoe loud, tell me onе time
shawty don’t talk, hoe done burnt my chеst
whole lotta bands up on this property, yuh
get the rolls n+gga, f+ck the policy up
i ain’t talk to the hoe in a minute
but i hope that she proud of me, yuh
you say my name in vain, yuh
i got some ice in my veins, mud
all you wanted is some more (slatt)
i been dealin’ with my pain, yuh
he wanna talk so we tell the boy, shut up
f+ck that sh+t up with the red paint
i pray to god, i’ma real saint
smokin’ on loud, smokin’ real dank
he wanna talk but he not on the rank
n+gga smokin’ on loud, i’ma laugh to the bank
smokin’ on loud, i’ma laugh at ya face
n+gga smokin’ on loud, i’ma laugh at the bank, yuh
[verse 2: 4evrsauce]
told the b+tch, i’ma just be a minute
you can call my phone whenever you want, i’ll pick it up when it start ringing
i’ma call your phone, just give me your number, i might forget them digits
i got chrome on chrome, on a stick and my fye, yeah
b+tch i’ma pull up hit it, pull up, yeah, yeah
stackin’ up on my birthday cake
i gotta stuff hunned racks in the safe
i gotta keep all these demons away
i gotta punch them, left, right, left, right
i gotta k!ll ’em, i lay ’em to waste
i get the grand then i get the “k”, that mean i get money, then i get to gunnin’
don’t talk on the net, that’s how you decay, i treat them like flames, then blow ’em away
spanish b+tch said she from the tenerife, i fly her out, hit it, send her back to spain
caribbean b+tch said that she from the islands, so i’ma pull up on a private plane
every time me and sosa get up on a beat, you think we crackheads, goin’ insane
k!ll in that car, like suicide doors, i’ma pull up in the bentley, cause i want the mulsanne
brr, prrow, that’s that sound of that pain, .22 tear up ya brain

[outro]
tell the b+tch i’ma just be a minute
you call my phone whenever you want, i pull up, i pull up, i hit it
i’ma call yo phone, just give me your number, i might forget them digits
got chrome on chrome on a stick and my fye, yeah
um, i’ma pull up, hit it, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ou, ou, yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh
yeah, yeah
yeah+uh, yeah+uh

- minute special version lyrics

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