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letra de gangsta - big lokote

[verse 1: estilo]
estilo is coming into my city and coming to show you no f-cking pity
gotta be jumping these putos down, gotta be fighting another round
estilo and ese grouch, puffing on many and many of pounds
gotta be making it bounce to the ounce, homie while you run around
i’m a make sure that you get f-cking blasted
25 times bullets in your f-cking dome
ese that’ll make you blow up, in to another zone
te tumbo, te clavo, te dejo en el cielo con [?]
you couldn’t ever f-ck with me
i’m checking your flow into mustang cheese
so homie freeze, because i got your b-tch sucking on these
homie who you think you testing? i’m resurrected
i’m here to give you a lesson, so live by your direction

[chorus: weeto]
i make the party pop, the panties drop
i f-ck someone up every day
they gon’ have to go and call the cops
to make me stop, they gon’ have to take me away
i’m just a gangster
i smoke five blunts every day, keep one in the chamber
don’t let me catch you slipping

[verse 2: big lokote]
tangle with me make me split your mug, leave you done
when i splatter brains with my gun
boyle heights evil sider, make the chrome start a fire
peeling brass sh-lls like world war sniper
a psycho, making enemies grab their bible
turn a body cold, bl–dy drip, make you die slow
h-rns on my head, speaking tongues with my tec
i hit the switches as i talk to the dead
infrared, the x-3 spill p-ssy red
blue paño around my fuska, 187 bring death
cuatro flats, serial k!ller, leaving ghetto streets d-mned
mad cop k!ller fill a pink body bag
insane, asylum, leaving all my victims sliced up
51-50 to big lokote, making that heat go dump punk
[chorus: weeto]
i make the party pop, the panties drop
i f-ck someone up every day
they gon’ have to go and call the cops
to make me stop, they gon’ have to take me away
i’m just a gangster
i smoke five blunts every day, keep one in the chamber
don’t let me catch you slipping

[verse 3: c. maniac]
i’m a ride on these fools like i never did before
steady knocking on their doors, didn’t know what was in store
ready for a total war, hardcore as it gets
fool i bang my set, i’m just as crazy as it gets
so don’t even sweat, don’t even trip
’cause at nightfall, someone’s bound to slip
and get capped, with hollow tips, as it rips your flesh into pieces
as i f-ck up your creases in your shirt
f-ck with me you really get hurt
face down in the dirt, while i whistle with a chirp
putting in the dirty work to maintain my rep
keeping these fools in line, and these b-tches on check
so don’t even stress, just wear your bulletproof vest
and take a hit of that stress, and have a shooting contest
like the wild wild west and get ready to draw
pull my glock out and watch my enemies fall
i stand tall like a outlaw, taking my enemies out like a roll call
from a to z, best believe, i’m a ride, on my enemies
[chorus: weeto]
i make the party pop, the panties drop
i f-ck someone up every day
they gon’ have to go and call the cops
to make me stop, they gon’ have to take me away
i’m just a gangster
i smoke five blunts every day, keep one in the chamber
don’t let me catch you slipping
’cause if i die, they gon’ resurrect me from the grave

- big lokote

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