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letra de crash out - blac youngsta

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[intro: blac youngsta & stunna 4 vegas]
aye p-ssy what’s up n-gga
i’m at your muhf-ckin front door step and i ain’t pickin up no newspaper
lets go, f-ck a n-gga
uh uh uh 4 times

[hook: stunna 4 vegas]
we spaz out, my lil youngins like to crash out
i’m talkin spin in real life play black ops
he rolled the dice with his life and he cr-pped out
i won’t drop a diss we whack ops
chalk his body on the black top
we know he not what he rap bout
i touch a b-tch turn her on like a laptop

[bridge: stunna 4 vegas]
i count dead n-ggas, and i smoke dead n-ggas
we fill his head with lead my lil hittas slide like sled n-gga
i drop bread on your head n-gga, they give me your head
n-gga play and he lay in his death bed
fresh to death he a dead man

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
my shooters try knock off his fro b-tch we prolly smoking your bro
public figure i stay with a pole
don’t inhale it we blowing the smoke
triple k i’m cutthroat
we tryna hang a n-gga by a rope
n-gga go get fixed you broke, they know i stay with that stick it poke uh uh
they know i stay with that fire, ain’t no cap in my rap ain’t no tellin no lies
and if i am muhf-cka i’m flyin, diss me in your trap b-tch rapper you dying
bust down rollie i can’t tell the time
we double back like press rewind
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas they picking sides
ain’t doing a show if i can’t bring my stick inside
(on gang)
[hook: stunna 4 vegas]
we spaz out, my lil youngins like to crash out
i’m talkin spin in real life play black ops
he rolled the dice with his life and he cr-pped out
i won’t drop a diss we whack ops
chalk his body on the black top
we know he not what he rap bout
i touch a b-tch turn her on like a laptop

[bridge: stunna 4 vegas]
i count dead n-ggas, and i smoke dead n-ggas
we fill his head with lead my lil hittas slide like sled n-gga
i drop bread on your head n-gga, they give me your head
n-gga play and he lay in his death bed
fresh to death he a dead man

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
hit the block spin it one more time
caught my ops on the backstreet took em out and i hit em one more time
i wish i could k!ll em one more time
its all good cause his mama suffering
she wish she could see him one more time
riding in a steamer bumping bone crusher any n-gga try to come for mines get whacked
young n-ggas in my hood, we don’t say blood n-gga we say blatt
any n-gga go against the gang guarantee they gone get whacked
i ain’t gone lie had to cut my b-tch off put my sh-t on flat
gotta keep a fully automatic i’m a big dog i prefer that mac
yeah, i put in work fore i go to church
i took my shirt fore i go to work
i’m just like you i gotta clock in only difference is i’ma shoot the clerk
young n-gga he gone shoot you first
i’ma shoot you second i’m the last n-gga you gone see fore you leave this earth, lil p-ssy
shootouts in my neighborhood paid in full
ima real k!ller but i saved the hood
warning on the gate, stay away from bulls shoot him in the face, yeah
free my n-gga dre, i wish they can do it
p-ssy ass n-gga got gunned down
real og in my n-gga speaking on me that’ll get a n-gga gunned down
(gang gang)
[hook: stunna 4 vegas]
we spaz out, my lil youngins like to crash out
i’m talkin spin in real life play black ops
he rolled the dice with his life and he cr-pped out
i won’t drop a diss we whack ops
chalk his body on the black top
we know he not what he rap bout
i touch a b-tch turn her on like a laptop

[bridge: stunna 4 vegas]
i count dead n-ggas, and i smoke dead n-ggas
we fill his head with lead my lil hittas slide like sled n-gga
i drop bread on your head n-gga, they give me your head
n-gga play and he lay in his death bed
fresh to death he a dead man

- blac youngsta

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