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letra de 762 - bloodhound q50

[intro]
let’s keep this b-tch recordin’
long live my brother, he probably k!lled your b-tch-ass brother
go (this sh-t gon’ be crazy, jacc)

[chorus]
7.62 if a n-gga act tough
i was spinnin’ on sh-t when i still had a crutch
brand new kit off a n-gga tryna club
get the f-ck off the bench, go catch you a bucket
when that switch start spittin’, ain’t no runnin’ or duckin’
micro drac’, yeah, sorry about all the ruckus, go

[verse]
a lot of these n-ggas be bap
i’m really done clapped, this sh-t ain’t just a rap
built in piece on the back of my strap
let off twenty-five with just one tap
we box his ass in, then we made his ass rap (slatt)
big 10 milli’ holes all in his scalp (slatt)
he a b-tch with a gun, that sh-t for the app, go
glock 19 with a switch and you know that b-tch came with a grip
please don’t run, don’t trip, that’s how bougie got his ass k!llеd
flows made diamonds, i don’t wanna work shifts (dumbass)
it’s me and kees in the back of thе whip
won’t touch that bop, she ain’t tryna eat d-ck (b-tch), go
i got shot in the leg, they said i died
thought he seen a ghost when i popped on live
screenshottin’ your seats, tryna see what you drive
still chuckin’ up b’s and still drop y’s (die y)
been in a meetin’ for too long, i done went out there and dropped some sh-t
micro mini drac’, wish it was fully, but ain’t no stoppin’ this, that’s common sense
i’m only nineteen with eight fitteds, b-tch
we them boyz n the hood, your b-tch ass gettin’ that door (let me out the whip)
had to bounce up out the jeep, only had three runner in the fin
it’s a man down on marquette, now it’s time to swap this gen
i’m up eight, it would’ve ten if it wasn’t for spoony, if it wasn’t for glen (no bap)
they want me to rap, but i’m still gon’ spin
they took my brother, i need all they ass dead (go)
[chorus]
7.62 if a n-gga act tough
i was spinnin’ on sh-t when i still had a crutch
brand new kit off a n-gga tryna club
get the f-ck off the bench, go catch you a bucket
when that switch start spittin’, ain’t no runnin’ or duckin’
micro drac’, yeah, sorry about all the ruckus (go)

- bloodhound q50

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