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letra de rot - 77raze

[intro: 77raze]
r-r-raze
bang, bang
skrrt, skrrt
brrr, brrr

[verse 1: 77raze]
my music go up and that sh-t f-ckin’ scatters
b-tch, i’m a god [?] marshall mathers
yeah, my music go up like i’m climbin’ these latters
talkin’ that sh-t, your reality shatters
i’m in the [?] then i’m smokin’ an ounce
me and my bro pullin’ up at your house
pull up at your block then i motherf-ckin’ bounce
all these p-ssies gon’ squeak like a motherf-ckin’ mouse
body gon’ fold like a motherf-ckin’ sandal
straight to the pit, now that motherf-ckеr [?]
his body gon’ drop, man, this guy needs a bandage
talkin’ that sh-t in the net likе a savage
gon’ hit yo’ door with a motherf-ckin’ sawed-off
ridin’ around in a drop top
(shoot off your-) buck shot
(poppin’ these pills) f-cked up
[chorus: 77raze]
i-i-i’m in the club, pull up, b-tch, yeah, what’s up?
po-pour up the four in this bright double cup
i’m dumpin’ her body and motherf-ckin’ run
ru-run up and blow [?]
pu-pull up and skirt off in a motherf-ckin’ [?]
i’m in the spot then i tear that sh-t up
i’m sellin’ the rock ’cause i’m the f-ckin’ plug

[verse 2: xatashi]
sellin’ the rock ’cause i’m the f-ckin’ plug
she suck on my d-ck and i don’t give a f-ck
pull up on yo’ block and we shootin’ it up
[?], we filled him with slugs
that boy wanted smoke, so we pulled up with choppers
layin’ him down in the motherf-ckin’ mud
that boy on that b-tch and she’s always a snitch
[?] straight in her motherf-ckin’ ass
[?] on the motherf-ckin’ carpet
stompin’ him out like a motherf-ckin’ muppet
stop all that talkin’ sh-t, we not gon’ stop it
this chopper gon’ pop, so erotic
stop all that talkin’ sh-t, empty the clip
le-leavin’ your body inside of a ditch
if you keep talkin’ that sh-t, you get hit
these f-ckers will know when to quit
[chorus: 77raze]
i-i-i’m in the club, pull up, b-tch, yeah, what’s up?
po-pour up the four in this bright double cup
i’m dumpin’ her body and motherf-ckin’ run
ru-run up and blow [?]
pu-pull up and skirt off in a motherf-ckin’ [?]
i’m in the spot then i tear that sh-t up
i’m sellin’ the rock ’cause i’m the f-ckin’ plug

[verse 3: lxxiv]
yeah, i got a b-tch that won’t lie to me
i got some homies that die for me
i got a bro that’ll slide to yo’ crib with the strap out
put that b-tch right to yo’ head, give out lobotomies
you got a problem, come see what i’m tuckin’
pull up with raze, ’cause a mess at the function
hop off my line, you ain’t sh-t but a l!ck
nah, you ain’t sl!ck, catch bullets by the dozen
i make ’em ride in my black and white tee
officer down, now they callin’ code 3
i keep an infrared scope with a beam
triple the .9 [?], i’m a fiend
still rappin’ with autotune, that ain’t a key
[?] you wanna be
triple x, ski mask, lil peep
hop off my d-ck, all you f-ggots are weak
[chorus: 77raze]
i-i-i’m in the club, pull up, b-tch, yeah, what’s up?
po-pour up the four in this bright double cup
i’m dumpin’ her body and motherf-ckin’ run
ru-run up and blow [?]
pu-pull up and skirt off in a motherf-ckin’ [?]
i’m in the spot then i tear that sh-t up
i’m sellin’ the rock ’cause i’m the f-ckin’ plug

[verse 4: seraph+]
you [?] sh-t
[?] talk sh-t
pu-pull up to the f-ckin’ pit and we gon’ start sh-t
‘bo-’bout to ’cause sh-t
bo-boy, you fallin’
sayin’ some sh-t that’ll make you nauseous
pu-p-ssy n-gga think he tough, we gon’ cut yo’ ass up
go-got yo’ b-tch on the phone, sayin’ that she wanna f-ck
b-tch n-gga, you a cuck
said she like it f-ckin’ rough
yo’ b-tch in my home
all she do is f-ckin’ suck
wha-what you talkin’, b-tch, i pull up at the function
bi-b-tch gave me brain, she make a n-gga bust quick
pla-play you n-ggas out like a f-ckin’ dungeon
bo-boy eatin’ all these bullets, yeah, he munchin’

[chorus: 77raze]
i-i-i’m in the club, pull up, b-tch, yeah, what’s up?
po-pour up the four in this bright double cup
i’m dumpin’ her body and motherf-ckin’ run
ru-run up and blow [?]
pu-pull up and skirt off in a motherf-ckin’ [?]
i’m in the spot then i tear that sh-t up
i’m sellin’ the rock ’cause i’m the f-ckin’ plug
i-i-i’m in the club, pull up, b-tch, yeah, what’s up?
po-pour up the four in this bright double cup
i’m dumpin’ her body and motherf-ckin’ run
ru-run up and blow [?]
pu-pull up and skirt off in a motherf-ckin’ [?]
i’m in the spot then i tear that sh-t up
i’m sellin’ the rock ’cause i’m the f-ckin’ plug

- 77raze

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