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letra de quarantine - .223jerm

[intro: .223jerm]
gang
gang-gang-gang
gang
gang-gang-gang
gang
gang-gang-gang
gang, ayy

[verse 1: .223jerm]
b-tch, it’s a heist, yeah, i just hit a l!ck
see me skrrt off, then i bang in the whip
dope fiends know me ’cause i supply the fix
no calling, no texting, nokia my flip
and ain’t n0body gonna f-ck with me, that’s on gang
b-tch, i pull up, that’s headshots to yo’ brain
and ridin’ with yo’ set, man, f-ck what you claim
we smokin’ that gas, man, that sh-t is propane
like woo, off a couple xan’s
if he actin’ stupid, then i had to beat his ass
rub a double tummy, i just want all my bands
don’t make this any harder, i don’t wanna use the strap
you see me with my gang, then you know that we loc’
ain’t no n-gga want it ’cause they know that we swole
you could catch the hands, or you could catch the pole
n-gga, if you runnin’ then you gonna get smoked
[verse 2: unofrompluto]
i keep the blade tucked, ho, ayy, yuh
yeah, my chain on froze, oh, yuh
n-gga, yo’ b-tch on a leash, ayy, yuh
then i have her on a pole, yuh, ayy
b-tch, i’m dogged out, i’m smoked out, ayy
look at my shades, yeah, i’m locc’d out, ayy, yuh
she wanna f-ck me, she a ho now, ayy
i just got that b-tch on all fours now, ayy, yuh
you see the blade all on my hip, lil’ b-tch
got a n-gga callin’ my trap phone but don’t call that sh-t, ayy
i’m a young n-gga and i’m all ’bout my chips, ayy
you see me stackin’ bread all the way to the tip
i hit a l!ck up at the corner store
n-ggas didn’t want it ’cause i kicked the door
i been up on the floor but now i’m top, b-tch
if you want it, you can hop up in the mosh pit
chinese ho and she suck my d-ck with chopsticks
n-ggas, p-ssy, they don’t know how i got this
all black like i dress from the gothics
i smoke [?], it come from the tropics

[verse 3: j-ice]
roses are red, violets are blue
they wanted me dead, so i’m ridin’ with two
beam on ya’ head, got silencers too
givin’ you up before ridin’ with you
ridin’ with llamas, i ride with the glock
ready for drama, i’m keepin’ it c-cked
my time has come and i’m watchin’ the clock
i hear ’em comin’, i’m dumpin’ my socks
even in the bath, know i gotta stay strapped
n-gga try to bust, i bust back with shower caps
n-ggas in the dirt, takin’ long power naps
smokin’ weed with a mex’, say, “it’s for my cataracts”
smokin’ out coupes, hotbox a cadillac
hoppin’ on tracks, more bars than battle rap
matter fact, nah, nah, ain’t even call it rap
just know, when i leave the booth, n-gga, it’s a wrap
pullin’ out flags, like we really represent
claimin’ out gangs that you ain’t really with
you ain’t ridin’ beams, you on the bikes, pedalin’
now, hide behind ten, n-ggas wonder where i went
[outro: .223jerm]
brrr, brrr
gang, gang
gang

- 223jerm

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