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letra de chalk season - 6tusk

[verse: 6tusk]
i’m from the loside, if you talking down, there ain’t no talking back
run my sh-t, if you like to flash? you know we chalking that
leave an opp wet from all the poles, where the plumber at
moved away from my city yet i’m where the gunners at
my homies get to mopping opposition, toting broomsticks
running mouth, i’ll send them at your teeth like them toothpicks
fully getting aired out like jordan with that bullsh-t
loose lips sink ships but yours h-t by two crips
two flips, on some gymnastic jay’s blue sh-t
them full clips, partner wet him up on some pool sh-t
we pull trigs, i don’t know a homie just be talking bout it
lil homie get to popping, he just love how it sounding
this the dirty south, striking fear in daygo
ain’t sh-t sweet, save your two cents for faygo
and lay low, bet i touch down to cause h-ll
claim they real, bet they brush they teeth with vagisil, p-ssy n-gg-
stay up out the streets if you can’t take the heat
cold like minnesota, cold cases, not no dos equis
choppa make ya goofy -ss bow down when it hit yo knees
same choppa make you crawl around like some centipedes
never peace treaty with a single one of my enemies
you can close your eyes but on my mama you’ll be seeing me
choppa holding .556, can’t forget the .223s
broken trust leads to tombstones and some foolery
who it be, 6-t-u-s-k
riding round you’re on your worst luck on my best day
it’s pay day, when i hit a knock like delivery
them choppa sounds all around your grandparents hearing aid
to the grave
all my loside savages, we mobbing on that sinister
sunday, light up ya family church and the minister
it’s finished up, game over when it’s time for combat
you comment that you want me gone, on baby you ain’t coming back
running back, we made a f-cking lane and then i ifran with it
if one man did it, i knew that one day i’d get it
honest with it, never lie, unless you feeling sleepy n-gg-
paypal booming, i don’t even like on my pp n-gg-
60’s cuddy, gun a blazing, burning down your teepee cuddy
greedy cuddy, gave my last dollar, they ain’t need it cuddy
where the fully, f-ck a vest, i up and aim it at your skully
into deep, in these streets, put your body in a gully
choppa make ya body bounce like new orleans music
why they toting guns if they know they never use them
these bullets have no eyes, bang and let it do the choosing
lighten up, blood goozing, now it got you feeling woozy
i can’t trust a soul, n-gg- f-ck you mean
joking with it, sparking with it, it’s funny how an asian see
in the dirt, with the grub, it’s funny where these p-ss-es be
told em that i was on edge, why the f-ck they pushing me
you a b-tch, why you tell a b-tch you don’t f-ck with me
you a b-tch, why you tell a b-tch you don’t f-ck with me
all these n-gg-s pee ba, gun play, yu sai
lao new year, 2k19, on sight, that’s where you die, yea

- 6tusk

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