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letra de asl - 3l maro

(stardustszn)

(chorus)
4 round, 4 chain, 4 game, that’s lit yuh
take back, get sn-tched, yo pack, repack huh
yo b-tch, get passed, she smashed, out bad wait hey
take out, 23, .45, lead pipe, aye

(verse)
turn down the ride cause i copped me a whip
hunnit the dash, pushin’ down and i dip
b-tches go crazy, gone gimme the lip
got some new shoes, man i’m upping my drip
can’t take a loss, i keep findin’ the win
comin right back with a banger again
take me a side and i pass it again
look where i’m at, lookin down on ’em man
yeah

bet you don’t find me again
takin off, whipping the bеnz
straight off the lot make amends
goin dumb, sh-t makе no sense
straight at your neck take offense
takin charge giving commands
told her she don’t need no friends
gimme my turn and i’m winning the lottery
decapitate b-tches, no fault that’s lobotomy
turn around seein’ my friends takin shots at me
b-tch actin up, giving top in the drop for me

call her a carp cause she a bottom feeder
call it no cap we might have to call fema
pride is all gone, gonna take her and eat her
crackin’ lil wh0re she a vacuum cleaner

(chorus)
4 round, 4 chain, 4 game, that’s lit yuh
take back, get sn-tched, yo pack, repack huh
yo b-tch, get passed, she smashed, out bad wait hey
take out, 23, 45, lead pipe, aye

(verse)
i study the greats and i followed the plan
i’m takin the dub you can strike up the band
asl gang you can follow my hands
i cook up the verses my pen is my pan
the funeral procession already began
they chargin me in the court like i’m a man, slaughter

don’t get it twisted eventually have daughter
but i jenga pull out, ain’t goin’ be no father
ain’t prego nigatoni whipping that past up (pasta)
tell the truth you just a lyin’ mufasa
wait, hakuna matata
shaq at the free throw brick squad like i’m flocka
i’m grindin’ i’m gettin’ them dollars
i’m reppin’ that 03 impala, ain’t flashin’ that prada
i’m grindin’ for college, i’m gassin that mileage
i’m hated i’m doubted

but i ain’t gone do it again
atoning for all of my sins
feeling like i’m in the pen
i’m putting the work in to win
i’m pushing the limit extent
emotional trauma then vent
i’m down on my knees i repent

enough of the flexing
enough of the cap
i’m tired of n-ggas blemishing the glorious art that is rap
i’m bustin’ it back
yo sh-t is wack
n-ggas they make it then blow all they stacks
i shoulder the blade put the game on my back

i call cat in the hat then i’m bustin a cap
shot it took of his hat guess the cats out the bag
i’m reloading new mag
k!lled the beat, body bag
louis feet, prada bag
honey, dear k!lled a stag
ain’t talkin no beetle
you kneel for flag, you get k!lled by the eagle
i married the game, i did it at the steeple
i took the “e” to court i call that “e legal”
mob a lynch and marsh the shawn, i got skittles
they like me a lot but they say just a little

- 3l maro

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