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let it blow (remix) - cuban doll lyrics

[hook: cuban da savage]
pull up on yo block, we gon’ let it blow
we don’t talk to snitches, we don’t f-ck with hoes
you fake -ss rappers ’bout to get exposed
i just seen’t your mama at the corner store
pull up on yo block, we gon’ let it blow
we don’t talk to snitches, we don’t f-ck with hoes
you fake -ss rappers ’bout to get exposed
i just seen’t your mama at the corner store

[verse 1: lil bibby]
i said my shooters cost a grip, twelve fifty for the kicks
fifty in my pants, that ho thought i was on bricks
tell homie pipe down, i know he not with the sh-ts
we gon’ blow him right down then skeet off in the whip
like andre, we drummin’, got the drums in the clip
n-ggas seen how we comin’, now they youngins wanna flip
i don’t want your mixtape, i treat it like a frisbee
you ain’t certified, all that talking you can miss me
shooters outside, couple shooters in here with me
i’m slapped off the henny, call bro to come and get me
pull up in your hood in a bentley, i’m gangster
my youngin take your chain then thank ya
i’m with g-money, call it drank up
you broke, get your bank up
i know that b-tch popped without that makeup
[?] in the cut rollin’ stank up
molly on stage droppin’ rakes on that gang stuff
get a goofy flamed up

[verse 2: cuban da savage]
look b-tch, you a dirty -ss trick
always got yo hand out
i’m cuban doll, i stand out
that’s why i brought my mans out
cause i got them bands now
cause we in a benz now
break it down, smoke a pound
it’s a d-mn shame how they change for the fame
f-ck a name, i’m in the game, i make it rain
you’s a lame, i pull a stain
you ain’t gang, you need a p-ss to hang
‘fore i sn-tch yo chain
murk your -ss and catch a plane
cuban savage, i’m insane
i don’t do no talkin’ b-tch
‘cuase there ain’t nothin’ to talk about
pull up to the murder scene this b-tch wanna talk it out
i’ma pull that chopper out, bullets make ’em walk it out
now this b-tch forgot about, that gangster sh-t you not about

[verse 3: molly brazy]
f-ck the opposite and f-ck 12, man they ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
hoes d-ck biting, if i had one, you’d be toppin’ it
i’m droppin’ sh-t
yeah my name is molly, i ain’t poppin’ it
four of the hi-tech in the fanta, swear i’m high as sh-t
all these b-tches lyin’, talking ’bout they takin’ trips
rob your ho out the stick then i put forty in your b-tch
i won’t miss, like i’m swiping, n-gga all my pieces hitting
i’ll never trust a goofy, all you b-tches counterfeit
i don’t know why these b-tches hate me, i don’t never hate
slide down your block with the k and they b-tches elevate
say they put money on my head
well get it back b-tch, i ain’t dead
yeah b-tch that’s what i said
free my brother, f-ck the feds

- cuban doll lyrics

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