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letra de korruption - 47shawnn

[verse 1:]
i’m praying that my soul
will one day make it up to heaven
i ain’t never feared death
so they called me fortyseven
i done seen some stranger things
so i kept a mac eleven
get to stepping
cause my mind
is like a hidden lethal weapon
i ain’t scared of a p-ssy ass n-gga
you a broke boy
hit you with the hollow point
it’s going through ya chest boy
b-tch i’m out here playing chess
while you was playing checkers
from the 803 northeast
coming off of decker
all you ladiеs waste my time
i’m throwing out an e for effort
thеse b-tches playing cards
yeah, worst p-ssy ever
i can get her wet as calamari off the top
feeling like a swanton
n-ggas wanna fight
one on one
i don’t want none
she thick as f-ck
i hit her up like baby is you down to f-ck?
she like to suck
she tried to trap a n-gga
but i know what’s up
i’m bending harder than a f-cking elbow
the thing with me
i get attached
fast as velcro
you are my enemy
end you on this little beat
i cannot trust a soul
because illuminati hunting me
you just a frienemy
eyes of a lost soul
we’re stuck in h-ll
the government is just a blindfold
yeah i know the cheat codes
i wonder if i snapped on this song
i got a fetish for the money
flip like switches was on
i’m trynna get the f-cking bread
like the mustard was on
these n-ggas think i’m stupid
wait
what the f-ck is he on?
you’re gonna love when i’m gone
i pray the lord will have my soul to keep
cause i done made enough money
for me, myself and for my team to eat
k!ll me now
so i can go to sleep
capped up
like kung lao
these n-ggas my enemies
pistol tucked
shoot a p-ssy n-gga in his underarm
b-tch i’m armed and dangerous
like the k!llas they did sequels on
yeah, i’m kicking harder like my cleats were on
stuck in rap n-ggas shadows
wouldn’t blow up
like the tnt is gone
a n-gga facing me?
i haven’t seen em’
i can beat ya like i’m john cena
or like ike and tina
i can cut ya ass like a mullet
or i flip you like i’m mullen
i done paid too much for this gun
he gotta catch a bullet
he catching bullets like he odell
n-ggas out here putting rings on fingers
like touching doorbells
if we ain’t linking(lincoln)
call me abraham
and since we talking politics
don’t put your trust into this uncle sam

- 47shawnn

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