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letra de modern warfare - +bless+ (rage)

[chorus]
this feel like mw, i got me that lil’ ar-15
look inside the trunk, this sh-t gon’ bump ’cause i got 15s
how my bro be goin’ so crazy? he only fifteen
“how many bands you made this week?” b-tch, i made fifteen
“how many sl-ts you bagged this week?” b-tch, i f-cked fifteen
b-tch, i’ve been up off these drugs since i was fifteen

[verse 1]
nutted on that b-tch’s face and she gon’ l!ck it clean
you gotta wash yo’ mouth with listerine before you kiss me
she like “baby, won’t you pull up? put yo’ kids in me”
heard you talked behind my back, boy, are you kidding me?
yeah, off the twizz and i’m inside yo’ twizzery
yeah, when i’m on the beat, it’s just like wizardry
hope that p-ssy wrеcked that scat, i hope he hit a tree
boy, you know just whеre i’m at if you got a problem with me
caught him lackin’ without his gat, now he a mystery
f-ck with me, you gon’ get burned, b-tch, fifth degree
gotta turn this sh-t up, i don’t think you listening
yeah, p-ssy don’t want no smoke
if you stepped up in my shoes, you’d hang yourself with a rope
call this girl, do lines up on my d-ck, she love the coke
she was talkin’ back until my d-ck up in her throat
he was fakin’ quip, now that boy a dead load
bought a brand new bentley and i put that b-tch on spokes
[chorus]
this feel like mw, i got me that lil’ ar-15
look inside the trunk, this sh-t gon’ bump ’cause i got 15s
how my bro be goin’ so crazy? he only fifteen
“how many bands you made this week?” b-tch, i made fifteen
“how many sl-ts you bagged this week?” b-tch, i f-cked fifteen
b-tch, i’ve been up off these drugs since i was fifteen

[verse 2]
got this glock 19, pull up on the f-ckin’ scene
bust that b-tch, it came with a scope and a beam
’cause we know you green
hit that ho, i make her scream
make her cream, diamond f-ckin’ ice cream
puttin’ quirks ice in my soda, b-tch, you know i’m pourin’ lean
woah, yeah
i play connect four with the red dots on his head
he look like he gon’ worship buddha
up at your f-ckin’ door, we knock you, talkin’ at my shooter
b-tch, i go insane, yeah, i just go loser

- bless rage

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