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letra de murder rate music - 600breezy

[:intro:]
look
n-gg-
f-ck they talking bout

[:verse]
hanging out the window, drum look like a t-tty
show no pitty, shoot em in his face that n-gg- think he 50
plus we came with 50’s, choppas make him dance like shiggy
get up wit, she got -ss like iggy, rapper b-tches lick me
i got sticks inside the car so i’m in every city, come get with me
we got glocks and smithys , 40 extra crispy
they can’t f-ck with the technique, through back-blocks when we creep like spanish b-tches have my tech speak
the opps in the house playing catch me, till we pull up with a c-cktail bomb funeral next week
blow the house up, shoot yo spouse up, now what
chop up the bodies like it was cold cuts, lethal and we cut-less
we sliding out the bucket, fish bowl cause we like f-ck it
pistols nucking and they bucking
oh yo chain you better tuck it, came with luggage
i don’t trust them n-gg-s over there, but i ain’t uncle ruckus
this b-tch sing like david ruffing n-gg-
had to say it again cause i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s
600 and them they be my brothers n-gg-
you off that acid and i ain’t talking pepsi
i be flexing on these n-gg-s like i’m playing wrestling
all my b-tches mad at me, they say i neglected
i’m known for skating on that ice, b-tch i’m wayne gretzky n-gg-
f-ck they talking about
look, hold on

[verse 2]
look, we a make this b-tch hotter than jamaican jerk
sixty seven shots a really flip a f-cking vert
off a perky lurking, head shot a dirty em’
close the curtain, good from the ark
i think i’m stephen curry, get that in a hurry
cause we flipping swerving, b-tch im jerking
got bag like birken, b-tch i’m back from certain
the same night you dropped the diss song
i got my d-ck sucked in the car and took yo b-tch home
disrespect one of mines and you won’t live long
my cig gone, we sending shots back and forth we play ping pong
rich n-gg- cologne, forty on me long, sit outside yo home
choppa kickin’ rip yo f-cking thong, b-tches in my phone
bentley grill is chrome, don’t come back alone, i’m in yo house like i was romee rome
i think i loss my mental, fascinated with pistols
fill his head with all led and i ain’t talking pencils
this ice on at night it a block yo visual, just like a happy family’s dog i’m hanging out the window
you couldn’t draw this game with a set of stencils
i ain’t talking beds but breezo move a lot of pillows
white like kylie kendall, you a cop just like yo dad
b-tch you eddie winslow

[:outro]
n-gg-
f-ck they talking about

- 600breezy

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