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letra de rainfall village - 911 hsw

[intro]

“what is important to you”

[verse 1: kut]
slide to the spot with my 40
dont dap me up ’cause you aren’t the homie
and real know real i can tell that you phony
so stop all the cappin’ the jokes h-lla corny
and that’s how you know ima keep it a hundred
just caught an opp and i told him to run it
look like a track meet, let off a shot and now they all running
watch out for nine we gon’ be on billboards soon, just watch how we coming, we hot like the oven
smoking on big dope this sh-t it be bustin’
copping them grips by the dozen
send shots my way boy is you buggin’
we spin back around and we dumping on you and your cousin
he wanted the hi-tec, i gave him the ‘tussin
it is what it is so that’s end of discussion

[verse 2: crvshfuoco]
uh, i smoke a blunt ‘forе i get to the party, i walk in the b-tch likе i’m f-cking r-t-rded
move my hand and everybody just parted
valet my whip, cost a rack just to park it
shawty so bad make your head spin
one wrong move in this b-tch, think the clip make his head spin
n-ggas strapped up like the taliban
you see your man froze? should’ve known he wasn’t silent then
stand on my money ain’t knowin’ who taller then
could’ve went d1 in college the way that i shoot but i wasn’t a baller then
crowd go dumb im engaging the audience
[verse 3: kut]
won’t buy the ounce, but the pound
if you talking reckless, p-ssy watch your mouth
my dogs they be crazy, i’m letting them loose from the pound
we came up from the ground from the dirt, yeah my pockets they hurt
[?] army down bad, so we finna need work
i was flipping the packs, they came out of the earth
now i gotta spit bars, so i dont gotta work
the cash it be thick it dont fit in my pockets, just look at the girth
water on me no tsunami
you be the type that would fold, origami
black and yellow diamonds look like a taxi
keep my m16 in the backseat

[verse 4: crvshfuoco]
frozone sh-t that i sip got me stuck
my sh-t lit like the back of the bus
n-ggas get mad when you keep in the buck
can’t turn on the b-tches, its making them fuss
cut off the snakes and get left with the rats
touchin’ the cheese get you stabbed in your back
only my soldiers like we in iraq
was flipping the pack ‘fore i switched to the rap
smoking on opp pack
speaking on crvsh n-gga stop that
ask who the hottest, you not that
zip up the gas ima cop that
speed down the highway the car full of smoke, where the cop at
you in your bubble i pop that
vergil just dropped so i’m dropping a band just to rock that
we going up like a top hat
my latest sh-t, who top that
think ima need me a d-ck, where the rock at
rap dont work, where the block at
you got a problem, yo kut, where the f-ck is my glock at
why you saying its smoke if its not that

- 911 hsw

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