21 es una canción de Lary Over y Fredo Bang que se estrenó el .

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’21’

Bitches I cut off, they still mine

Locked out of IG and I’m still alive

How you come with the fire and get fried?

Homie beg for a truce and he still died

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)

This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)

He got in the way, got a halo (Halo)

He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, paow, paow)

He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)

Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)

Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)

He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)

This not a game, what you play for? (Wah)

He got in the way, got a halo (El Guasón, bebé)

He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

El draco los pone a bailar como TikTok (Jajajaja)

Se cagan cuando escuchan el click-clack (Wuh)

Me meto las Perco como Tic Tac

Y te matamo’ como mato la pista, eh (Prrr, prrr)

Tito Puente con los palo’

Jefe de jefe’, Pablo y Gonzalo (Uh)

Trabajo que suba, él nunca me sale (Jajaja)

Quien me conspire se caga en la hollow, rrr

Dior, Dior (Wuh), la .40 en el mahón

Fredo y Lary metiendo presión

Y el que pillemo’, rrra (Jaja)

Mandando el azúcar como Celia Cruz (Cruz)

Mandamo’ nosotro’, baja la actitud (Jajaja)

O si no te paseamo’ en el baúl (Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)

Y te apagamo’ la luz (Pu, pu)

Bitches I cut off, they still mine

Locked out of IG and I’m still alive

How you come with the fire and get fried?

Homie beg for a truce and he still died

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)

This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)

He got in the way, got a halo (Halo)

He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, pow, pow)

He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)

Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)

Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)

He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)

This not a game, what you play for? (Paow)

He got in the way, got a halo (Boom, boom)

He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

When I turned sixteen I was spinnin’ (Gang)

I was out here spinnin’ with a perm

Bang on my name, ’cause I earned

Nigga got cold on my burner (Yeah)

Got the drop on a ni***, tryna learn ’em (Yeah)

‘Fore the dirty, get my hands dirty

Bitches ain’t no prop, I know how to work

I ain’t squashin’ shit, I’m lay that work

Got the Glock in the bag, on my own like a purse, yeah

Droppin’ the baggage and became a thing

I was out spinnin’ and skatin’ rain

Rap good but a ni*** got murder ?

Jesus piece with a Satan chain

Turned sixteen, got a .9

Turned eighteen, got a case (Case)

Twenty-one I was locked in a cell (Cell)

On parole, still ride with the drac- (Drac-)

Bitches I cut off, they still mine

Locked out of IG and I’m still alive

How you come with the fire and get fried?

Homie beg for a truce and he still died

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)

This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)

He got in the way, got a halo (Boom-boom, boom-boom)

He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, pow, pow)

He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)

Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)

Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)

He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)

This not a game, what you play for? (Paow)

He got in the way, got a halo (Boom, boom)

He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Wuh)

El Wason BB (Boo, boo)

Dímelo, Fredo

Fredo Bang

Frank Miami, jaja

Wuh

Frank Miami, yeh

Carbon Fiber Music

Jajajaja (Boo, boo)