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letra de concussed - attacotti

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[intro]
(attacotti)
(yeah, yeah, attacotti)
(bdrrrr bdrrr)
(bdrr) (yeah, ay)
(attacotti)

[chorus]
i’m bout to bust (bdrr)
leave all you hoes in the dust
y’all gimme looks in disgust
i’m finna leave you concussed
i’m finna, i’m finna, i’m finna leave you concussed
i’m bout to bust (bdrr)
leave all you hoes in the dust
y’all gimme looks in disgust
i’m finna leave you concussed
i’m finna, i’m finna, i’m finna leave you concussed (brrrah)

[verse 1]
don’t you step to me
i’ll infect your set, with leprosy
don’t “f” me with me, i’m not a test to beat
don’t question me, i’m not “jeopardy”
but yeah, b-tch i f-ck with trebek, you b-tches f-cking a wreck
check out the ice on my neck
looking more cold than quebec (dang)
i’m f-cking looking more cold than quebec (ah!)

f-ck all the swag
i’m more concerned with the cash in the bag (ching!)
yo mama’s a hag, (yeah)
yo daddy should’ve left you in a rag (in a rag!)
panties get dropped when i yell out my tag
b-tches collapse everytime that i brag
check out your lady, her titties they sag
my girl loading bullets in a mag (pow pow pow)

this is the sh-t that’ll knock out your cousin
check what i’m doing, i’m hot as an oven
drop a new tape and the ladies be lovin’ (ay)
double the cash on a track than your shovin’

my rapping’s attracting the masses of thots
that applaud when i pop off a barrage of shots (brdrdrdrah)
you’re getting slaughtered, butchered in the shop
i’m hot and you’re not, you must’ve forgot

[chorus]
i’m bout to bust (bdrr)
leave all you hoes in the dust
y’all gimme looks in disgust
i’m finna leave you concussed
i’m finna, i’m finna, i’m finna leave you concussed
i’m bout to bust
leave all you hoes in the dust
y’all gimme looks in disgust
i’m finna leave you concussed
i’m finna, i’m finna, i’m finna leave you concussed

[verse 2]
concussed, like my favorite ho when i bust (brrrd brrd)
a nut in the back of her throat like a gust (pow pow pow)
knock her back into the backboard, one thrust (godd-mn!)
built on trust, love a b-tch but i must

i don’t even try and i damage their brain
more bruises than a “patriots” game
got em pinned down, like i’m playing the lane
whip up they mane, they ain’t ever the same

ah, f-ck it lemme get it real dull, (blaow blaow blaow)
b-tch, like my brain been hitting my skull
sh-t, like an overused pencil, (brrrrd)
boutta be dead cuz my head’s too full (bang bang)

concuss ‘em in the streets if they f-ck with me (pow pow)
concuss ‘em in the sheets when they f-ckin me (uh uhhh)
calling me their daddy lookin’ up to me
how the f-ck i keep getting lucky, gee

[outro]

(i don’t believe this daddy, why would you do something like this?)

- attacotti

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