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letra de mustachios - black soprano family & heem b$f

[intro: boldy james]
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let’s get it

[verse 1: boldy james & heem b$f]
ayy, hear me, these n-ggas sick i came stanley steemer
beamer, benz, or bentley, boomerangin’ on my [?][0:15]
all them glass slippers and pumpkins not no fairy tale
put the blues on the iron maiden, that’s a carousel
i’m jay jerkins with the morphine since sam perkins
for the fourteen, finger rollin’, i think i’m iceman gervin
blunt in my left, steering wheel in my right hand, swervin’
three thousand pills in a light tan ‘burban
off of i-10 merging to my turkish plug with durk and cuz
burnin’ crud, these n-ggas lie more than a persian rug
i’m in the woo wherе uncle woadie touchin’ big baggies
[?][0:48] on thе iq, it’s like the mix factory
ever since the death of daphne, i been livin’ dastardly
poured the drank so thick, my cup look like i’m sippin’ daiquiris
while all these n-ggas rappin’ me, it ain’t no cappin’ me
it’s mafia, what else? you already know where we at with me, let’s get it (uh, uh)
[verse 2: heem b$f & chase fetti]
just got a chopper with the dirty wood
my name good, i’m from a dirty hood
f-ck with crips, but no bloods bigger than suge
heard him talkin’, i wish he would
first he say it to my back, then he give me dap and show me love
i’m quarterbackin’, throwin’ slugs
break a quarter down in crumbs, hit the block, and run it up a dub
got dead homies, many hold a grudge
i need revenge in blood, i’m thinkin’ ’bout it, slippin’ on my gloves
when i die, tell ’em give me doves
and take me through the slums, point ’em in the sky, empty out the guns
smokin’ stinky, f-ckin’ up my lungs
we dress up like bums, use sneaker boxes like they trust funds
they turned on me, i trust none
dumpin’ ashes off the blunt as i’m plottin’ on my next run
could hit the plug, tell him, “send a ton”
but f-ck that, i’m done (uh)
i’m tryna stash a milli’ for my son

[verse 3: chase fetti]
i make that coke walk on water like jesus’ legs (uh-huh)
raided the ‘rib twice, i beat the feds (i beat ’em)
my three-five the size of easter eggs (that’s a fact)
they say that life’s a gamble, but i keep some spread (keep it)
i call your shorty if i need some head (hahaha)
and i could tell you how her mind work (tell you)
but you can ask the fiends and they gon’ tell you how my dimes work (uh-huh)
you bums can’t even find work (f-ck out of here)
but i’m hirin’
disrespect, then they firin’ (brrt)
on the block like i’m burnham, i’m shootin’ until i’m tired
i’m the god, n-gga (i’m the god)
service is where i learned how to swipe the card, n-gga (what up?)
you know who we are, n-gga (uh-huh)
biceps is swole from shootin’ diddy in they arm
my dope a nine, this sh-t the bomb (uh-huh)
i be feelin’ like saddam, n-gga (that’s a fact, n-gga)
look, a whole war ’cause you ain’t cook it to the oils (f-ck)
so i gots to have them hitters lookin’ for you (brrt)
you wrap it in that plastic, have n-ggas distribute for you (uh-huh)
and you’s a b-tch, i tell ’em push up on you (get him, n-gga)

- black soprano family heem bf

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