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letra de da last of the mohicans outro - amr dee huncho

[intro]
(dj alexander goin’ crazy)
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
ammo
huncho

[song]
just knocked three zips off in a week, i think my mobile hot
just knocked a p off on the set, and i ain’t use no clock
the mobiles on me bussin’ sales, so how could i stop?
jumped off the porch, i got a pack, like why would i watch?
before i ever saw a glock, b-tch i had a chop
lil john he kept me in the box, that lil n-gga hot
skinz took me on a drill, we ran through that lot
i don’t know who got shot, the news say two got shot
free big man free dot, i got weed in blocks
i got whatchu’ need, just tell me whatchu’ got
i tell the geeks “don’t call my phone if you ain’t tryna shop”
just had a buckout in the hood, i don’t who got knocked
he say he want smoke, we call that “that mojo”
just had a highspeed in the stolo’, doin’ a bill [?]
they tried to box me in thе volvo, good thing i was solo
we lurked up three deep in the four door, it camе with no car note
i got the bank like wells fargo’s, ten bucks in my cargos
remember first day at the conflu’, i was chunkin’ ammo
i got a asian plug i get em’ what he get em’ for
if he don’t wanna see you win, then whatchu’ with em’ for?
when pusha died, i still feel like “why i wasn’t with him for?”
that hit and run, i did that last night, just forgive me lord
trappin’ all night, won’t get no sleep, can’t get no rest
my b-tch keep asking “why you keep on sweatin’?’, i popped a x
and ion’ care, where i’m at, b-tch i’m gon’ chunk the set
and if the police get behind me, i’m gon’ have to stretch
juggin’ with my tec, all through the whip, by city rec’
the hemi’ stretch, tires catch, plus the motor fresh
ten bucks in blue hunneds, that shoe money
i had ten bucks in lady b class, that school money
and i ain’t goin’ inside that b-tch, unless that tool on me
i got that glock 21, or that 2-2 on me
i got my lil bro june wimme’, fetty in a box
it ain’t no gettin’ up on big ron, he keep that pistol tucked
chris can’t wait to wack a n-gga, he act just like gotti
big cuh boo gotti, got bodies, i call em’ “john gotti”
and i know when sh-t gon’ get hectic, i know big cuh ridin’
call up dede, he gon’ pull up, boy you know they slidin’
they told me “take the whole case”, cause i was juvenile
f-ck [?], charged me too, i coulda’ got certified
window tinted, district mad, they can’t see inside
i got some n-ggas fightin’ murders, they on that long ride
in jdc, couldn’t leave my cell, thought about suicide
so free them guys, doin’ that time, who ain’t go bond
they want that fent, they want the fent, them geeks don’t want no rhine
if alamo ain’t go no benz, then get that avalon
he got five bucks, made like ten, “boy i know you lyin'”
don’t hit de soto goin’ past ten, “boy you know you dyin'”
phone boomin, did a buck already, “b-tch, i’m good”
phone ringing, did a buck already, inna’ hood
smash off on task, got the wheel, both hands, so i won’t crash
i did the dash, you know huncho, i did the dash
i got em’ mad, them haters mad i got that bag
i took off fast, and this rap sh-t i’m gon’ put my last
just for my past, four years them folks been on my ass
pitches on cass, and straps that i threw in the grass

- amr dee huncho

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