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letra de 100k cypher 2 - 100k track

[intro:]
do you want smoke?
we want all the smoke
yung shad, you k!lled this track

[verse 1: fcg heem]
mike amiri, we ain’t shoppin’ at packs
they’d make a hundred k if they had it
youngest, realest in cages, thats whack
they don’t play, leave em’ dead at the side
never k!lled them, free melly and bort
i play whateva that baby on bort
selling their dawgies
b-tch trappin’ a sport
we was tryin’ it all
we were in it the court
all the bloods havin’ police let them dudes done talk
that [?] do thеir draw
see now all them guns got a car
and all lil heem walk he fly
[?]
and i know all i wanna see is diamonds, watch out
i hit the drill with my chain and my watch out
i’m always paranoid i keep my gun out

[verse 2: slatt zy]
shе gotta go she ain’t swallowing no s-m-n
murder on my mind like my last name demons
went to sleep in that b-tch so i thought i was dreamin’
he gave her a heart while that b-tch want some p-n-s
play with these rails like my sister was breathin’
f-ck on yo b-tch give her back what i kept in
ha we rob guys, we steal too
he played around, and got k!lled too
we run with track
he was in [?]
i was getting loaded on gas
love my ar hold my mac
try to run with a sack
but a rookie in back
n-ggas be broke for too long
how do they do?
i call your b-tch from versace
she says “how are you doin?”
back in the fields my name is ray lou
i f-cked a b-tch in atlanta she jewish
oh who did this
i got a team full of healers
i got a team full of n-ggas
really my brothers
they really some k!llers
f-cking yo b-tch while she taking control
old perfuses while i’m all in yo home
question mark, you know him
but she says she don’t know
these b-tches ain’t wifey
b-tches is slimy, she might even find me
b-tch quit that whining, suck this d-ck
and you know ima time it
uh hahaha
b-tch you know ima time it
b-tch quit that whining, suck this d-ck
and you know ima time it
[verse 3: ar’mon & trey (ar’mon)]
mhmmmm
i been feelin’ some way gotta point and prove (yeah, yeah)
make a kid this ain’t nothin’ new (yeah, yeah)
all that fake love i done cut it loose with him
i don’t take sides, don’t pick n’ choose
we pop out the gut they can see that we rich
i’m every n-gga, so run up yo b-tch
they thought of hatin’ i laugh at that sh-t
one million deposit i’m back in this b-tch
i tell em’ go
shut up i’m drippin’, i need me a boat
40 came broke as you want you a show
got the backend switch that on a co
running it up, it’s just me and my brother
no competition we share the same mother
he tried to reach [?]
and yo team last that’s end of discussion

[verse 4: ar’mon & trey (trey)]
that lil b-tch she do what i say
squat on the d-ck like she got the drip
she know i’m next if she squirt on my face
keep my head down i like to swim
don’t you get hit with the ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
drop a couple racks, get you hit
we got a boat load of b-tches, no one on ones
we gon’ step em’ out in a whip
50 a chain
i might jump on a plane
and land in dubai with your b-tch
b-tch i been doin’ my thing
now they knowin’ my name
broke couple souls now thats it
she make the d-ck disappear like ta-da
put the d-ck in her she like a-a
you a lil smoke this is za-za
and we making m’s while we alaa
[verse 5: ynw melly]
p-ssing on your b-tch when i’m all inside her poof
i am not a fairy but your b-tch got a sweet tooth (huh)
pull up with them pistols, c-ck it back and let em’ loose
and your b-tch grey like the clouds f-cking goose
hit that lil b-tch with the glock (ay)
shoot that lil b-tch before the opps
i cannot f-ck with these lil p-ssy n-ggas
these n-ggas be using them props
only time a n-gga ever using props
only time
only time
only time
only time
melly murder on my mind
b-tches murder on my mind
and i’m really on my grind
shawty suck that d-ck in slow motion
yeah i told the hoe take her time
i f-ck the d-ck in her spine
she says “ooh mine”
i am not moving to that lil b-tch so whats yours is not mine
how i’m just f-cking yo b-tch on a regular? (huh)
no it ain’t coincidental (huh)
all up in her ass (ay)
i’m all up in her end like a splinter (huh)
i’m all in her ass like a splinter (huh)
no it is not coincidental
melly f-ck on yo b-tch inside a rental (ay)
f-cking your b-tch in a rental
f-cking your b-tch in a shplatt (ay)
f-ck that lil b-tch from the back (ay)
and you know i’m michael jack-son
told the hoe “where you at then?”
hold up wait, toni braxton
and the way that pistol sing that n-ggas really get to whack-in (huh)

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