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letra de 21 jump $treet - 5.53fxndi

[intro: 5.53fxndi]
wa-wa-wa-walk with my glock but my glock do my talkin
hit him with hollows i [?] walkin
shoot up his homie put him in a coffin
[?] i do this sh-t often

[hook: 5.53fxndi]
ride with a-ride with a glock in the front seat
i’m really grimy don’t trust me
[?] fxndi know it’s a dumpy
my opps [?] 21 jump street
ride with a glock in the front seat
i’m really grimy don’t trust me
[?] fxndi know it’s a dumpy
my opps [?] 21 jump street
[bridge: 5.53fxndi]
grah grah grah
fah fah fah
bah bah bah
grah grah grah

[verse 1: 5.53fxndi]
30 round mag imma hit him with a slime ball
f-ck a cooler kit choppa hit you with a fireball
hollow to his face up and dump his 3rd eyeball
yo momma is a junky so i sold her ass a 8 ball
100 round drum choppa sound like percussion
blow yo-blow yo whole block [?] feel like a russians
speak-speakin on my name better take repercussions
you ain’t-you ain’t talkin money then there ain’t no discussions
walk-walkin in the trap [?] him down for a while
you’s a-you’s a f-ckin junky you the number one buyer
i don’t-i don’t еven like you so the pricеs always higher
sa-say you got a body boy you’s a f-ckin liar
my-my-my partner [?] for some honey buns
they gone send him to the county 8 years for a gun
pistol totin menace i be robbin cause it’s fun
got the drugs comin in shippin back by the ton
[?] on my neck 10 bands for the chain
i’m in love with a freak she in love gave her brain
i got molly in my t–th then i’m swervin out my lane
i be callin up my mexican like “where the cocaine?”
fee-fee fi foe [?] knock his ass down
shoo-shoot him in the face put him 6 feet in a ground
dru-drum on a drake and it hold 50 rounds
where the-where the l!cks at i’m tryna run off with some pounds
dra-drank in my cup got me movin real slow
tote a-tote a fn boy this a big pole
i be-i be outside tryna take a p-ssy slow
comin-comin through my block boy you boutta pay a toll
[verse 2: pyschojava]
n-gga you ain’t bout sh-t go and grab a f-ckin gun
imma slide up to the function with a grip i make you run
you a b-tch get on your knees i slap yo face i make you cum
hit him with a upper cut and now that n-gga done
who the f-ck is you b-tch imma talk and imma walk
i got h-lla b-tches on my d-ck they tryna hit me up
you think that you gangster n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
b-tch i’m aimin at yo neck slit yo ass better duck
and my b-tch [?] leave you dead
fxndi finna slide with a gun with a tech
aim b-tch straight at yo head
[?]
slice open yo neck and dump yo body off the ledge
n-ggas think they tough till they pull up to the function
21 shots to yo face no discussion
hit a p-ssy n-gga in his head got a concussion
now he cannot walk [?] function
and i got a stick [?]
imma empty out the glock and imma [?] like a russian
and i [?] we be f-ckin
if you ugly we not f-ckin
i be sh-ttin on the beat like i’m dumpin
[?] assumption
b-tch i’m goin hard i’m takin lives call it deduction
empty out yo block like n-gga no russian
pull up [?]
[outro: 5.53fxndi]
[?] on my neck 10 bands for the chain
i’m in love with a freak she in love gave her brain
i got molly in my t–th then i’m swervin out my lane
i be callin up my mexican like “where the cocaine?”
fee-fee fi foe [?] knock his ass down
shoo-shoot him in the face put him 6 feet in a ground
dru-drum on a drake and it hold 50 rounds
where the-where the l!cks at i’m tryna run off with some pounds

- 5 53fxndi

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