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letra de rockout - 1k cruz

don’t claim you my brother , no i don’t f-ck with you busters
, i came from the bottom right under
hardest lil yungin
i come from the h
where them k!llers put a hole thru yo head like a tunnel, take his ass down for a sack and a couple of packs don’t be trippin that’s just how i’m coming , don’t get outta pocket this b-tch gon blow like a rocket ian ever gon crash like a dummy
speak on the dead you get put on a tee
im gon hop out the car wit a stick and a ski
them n-ggas be p-ssy they kno where i be
he went out like a b-tch make em rockaby baby
thеy ain’t flexin on sh-t ain’t n0body gon save em i’m standing on bidnеzz my mind full of anger choppa rock out make em sing like a sanger , my heart full of pain with a hand on my banger

ian ever gon speak on the sh-t that i’ve done
ian ever gon speak on these sh-t that i saw
you n-ggas be talkin to much be the first ones to pick up a phone and start calling the laws
you say you gon rob who n-gga come murk some , keep it 100 you n-ggas ain’t bout nun , talk onna net imma die bout respect imma cut off his neck and take both of his legs

i gotta whole lotta (pause) bands on my head
choppa took off his chest
imma pop out rock out push up with my glock out heard he want me dead i
gotta k!llas at his top now

pull up to the 7/11 you really want static we send em to heaven
they know bout lil cruz he gon always be stepping
i’m up onna block ion need me a reven

(adlib) ian ever gon speak on the sh-t that i’ve done
ian ever gon speak on these sh-t that i saw
you n-ggas be talkin to much be the first ones to pick up a phone and start calling the laws
you say you gon rob who n-gga come murk some , keep it 100 you n-ggas ain’t bout nun , talk onna net imma die bout respect imma cut off his neck and take both of his legs

don’t claim you my brother , no i don’t f-ck with you busters
, i came from the bottom right under
hardest lil yungin
i come from the h
where them k!llers put a hole thru yo head like a tunnel, take his ass down for a sack and a couple of packs don’t be trippin that’s just how i’m coming , don’t get outta pocket this b-tch gon blow like a rocket ian ever gon crash like a dummy
speak on the dead you get put on a tee
im gon hop out the car wit a stick and a ski
them n-ggas be p-ssy they kno where i be
he went out like a b-tch make em rockaby baby
they ain’t flexin on sh-t ain’t n0body gon save em i’m standing on bidnezz my mind full of anger choppa rock out make em sing like a sanger , my heart full of pain with a hand on my banger

- 1k cruz

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