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letra de fullyloaded - .223jerm

k-k-kyber

[verse 1: .223jerm]
man f-ck that b-tch yeah she a thot
you see the clips yo ass get popped
i’m in the hood i blast that opps
this ain’t no pork yo ass get chopped
i’m with my dogs i call em pops
i’m bout my hands i ain’t bout talk
that b-tch be old she gave me top
you think you hard yo ass be soft
b-tch i just blast see the tool on my waist
if a n-gga keep on talkin have his body in a grave
bout 24 watches with my chain gone sw-ng
i be f-ckin on yo thot bumpin “drake – wu tang”
if a n-gga try to rob me he get hit by gang
we just goin bananas that orangutan
all my n-ggas we just swervin we just stuck in the lane
all yall n-ggas targets they be lookin like stain
[bridge: .223jerm]
f-cked up
i hear the po po
i needa hide my gat
i needa hide my pole
oh sh-t

[verse 2: j-ice]
[?] bout myself
[?]
got my swimmin in thе water michael phelps
sippin on that purplе i ain’t talkin bout welch
need nfl money needa worry bout yoself
long drive cdl’s hard drive like adele
hit me on my cell takin bout he got a belt
n-gga too sick imma needa make a wish
i ain’t talkin throwin quarters in a well
fourth quarter goin hard like a [?]
bulldog n-gga nah bet i never tell
pull up to my hood n-gga feel like i’m at home
my n-gga doin 30 before he get up out the cell
n-gga this is j-ice puttin 2 up in his dome
[?] stay low
[?] gettin higher than a drone
me and my n-ggas bringin fire to the tone
when i pull up 300 boy i ain’t talkin spartan
[?] no jumper vince cartier
b-tch call me daddy she ain’t really got a father
i’m a baller [?]
all bout the dollar pourin 4 up in the fanta
got me slower than the special ed n-gga i’m a goner
pull up big truck n-ggas thinkin it’s the talkin
gettin rid of this kid n-gga feel like w-lly wonka
[verse 3: 83hades]
and i got the pole
posted on yo block i don’t gotta let it go
i got shooters on deck
if you really tryna stunt
imma pull up in the front
and kick down the door
all up in yo home
move a lot of smoke
and you see me with this cash
b-tch i’m winter with the snow
white b-tches love to blow
and they askin for more
[?] with the glizzy
pull up to my city have the choppa spin silly
and you know it’s f-ck [?] cause i’m rippin up her kitty
[?] bout 50
and they said they want me dead
imma put this muhf-ckin metal in they head
got my d-ck in her mouth
sha-shawty wildn out now
if you cross this nine tech then you gettin shot down
bullets through his cranium
sippin on uranium
sp-ce like a alien
rip him like tasmanian
[outro: .223jerm]
man f-ck that b-tch- she a thot
-yo ass get popped
-blast that opps
-yo ass get chopped

- 223jerm

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