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letra de scope - basco

(this world shall know pain)
i don’t trust, don’t give a f-ck
runnin’ around and we keep it tucked
these b-tches abust
don’t need any luck
b-tch i’m the big so i never rush
these lames wanna bang these hoes wanna sing
(ay) bust down pinky ring
with the scope i just aim
with yo’ girl that i claim
me with the gang and we finna get fame

i don’t trust, don’t give a f-ck
runnin’ around and we keep it tucked
these b-tches abust
don’t need any luck
b-tch i’m the big so i never rush
these lames wanna bang these hoes wanna sing
(ay) bust down pinky ring
with the scope i just aim
with yo’ girl that i claim
me with the gang and we finna get fame

i’m like a mouse when it comes to this cheddar
yo’ girl f-ck with me ’cause i do it better
i just want the guap, i just want the bands
i just want the money yeah right in my hands
i can not stop goin’ straight to the top
securin my spot so i got it on lock
got a bad b-tch and she carry my glock
aim at yo’ head cause we don’t miss shots
fast in the nascar, pull up with the ar’s
plasma bullets they poppin’ with tracers
i’ma mind slayer, notebook, eraser
ice on my neck, atlantic glaciers
(uh) and i don’t wanna f-ck with no hoe
ya’ll weak in this rap game, call me a pro
i just go fast and never go slow
i’ma lay back, watch my money tree grow
look at my neck, countin these checks
ain’t stuck on a hoe, yeah i’m onto the next
thotty she text, i flex on my ex
f-cked on a thotty she givin’ me neck
i pull out a tec, give me a sec
i might take my time just to run up a check
i run up my checks, i flex on my ex
got a lil’ thotty i aim at yo’ neck
persian beretta gon’ empty the clip
yo’ b-tch want my d-ck but i don’t give a sh-t
f-cked her one time i just hit then i dip
gave her the tip then i pulled out and dipped
sendin 10 shots i’ma aim at yo’ back
f-ckin’ these thots and i’m makin them guess
smokin’ that gas, i’m smokin that pack
shakin’ that ass she gon’ work for the bag

gettin’ the choppa nah gettin’ the bag
gettin’ the stash nah gettin’ the racks
got 2 twin glocks and i’m aiming for your head
pullin’ the trigger, cl!ck ’til ya dead
i’m loading my clips, shootin’ with sticks
mess with no lame, gettin’ the chips
roll with the gang, i’m with the chick
she throw it back once, yeah i bring her to the crib
scope with my beretta, holdin’ my mag
hoe on my line, don’t want a flat
better show love, she throwin’ it back
getting my bread, yeah countin’ my racks
yo boy wanna talk, he throwin’ his hands
yo’ thot for the boys, i’m countin’ my bands
post with the crew, don’t need no plans
mess with n0body, only the clan
i don’t trust, don’t give a f-ck
runnin’ around and we keep it tucked
these b-tches abust
don’t need any luck
b-tch i’m the big so i never rush
these lames wanna bang these hoes wanna sing
(ay) bust down pinky ring
with the scope i just aim
with yo’ girl that i claim
me with the gang and we finna get fame

- basco

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