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letra de fast records - bustacrime

[chorus]
fast records write my track crazy hit big k!ller crime. bad records, n-gg- be tax relax you looking for some had records ghetto record vinyle, cd, platine deckeds shake the hippers flip in the air like birds!! come on!!

[text1]
n-gg-rs act like nerds when ever mother f-cker’s get on ma nerves i cut your face with a bullet n-gg- you get serve, friend and family n-gg- i’ve got reserve, i hope you heard, every second and every third, whenever you could in any hood, i let you choose can’t refuse mother f-cker be confuse, no running jerk n-gg- you can’t hide am a surround you from the east the west side where ma dogs at? them be smocking weed like every day say they love that! love ma songs like ice cream cones mother f-cker grow corns, get beat with bones like capricorns no gun’s but fans like the rolling stones where ma dogs at? mega raga boy bustacrime again!

[text 2]
am the toughest mother f-cker you ever see in france clap your hands, flip n-gg-rs like i flip the thousands fast records have me going fast like watson b-tch think am ugly but am really handsome you want some to get the taste of ma texture i could send you out a kiss “phtch” you read a scripture am corrupted f-cked you up on a wheelchair i need a million dollars and some brothers to share am the beast when i tease, shake your f-cking nattys get on the boat the plane ma lyrics going overseas. every where that i sneeze i make the dogs catch fleas n-gg-rs begging me please knocked out like he smoke some old trees, foul mother f-ckers take me for the fugees karatical lyrics fight n-gg-rs like chinese, you know my name b crime time to shine like coby in his prime time mother f-ckers catch the tape squeeze your teeth like a ripe grape i release the hit in your eyes taste the high grade i’ll be brining on a surprise before you get dead miracle time to write out sadical lines, n-gg- like limon or limes necklace platinum or dimes see me rolling n-gg- keep trying, i ain’t lying never see me flying which mother f-cker wanna see me dying. you know ma mother f-cking name come on!

[texte 3]
they call me the crime star blaze ganja red eyes master born on the block not born to be f-cked up so the crime star teach students to rap like a rock, i grow up a gangster i shoot straight through your heart, come on! catch the tape squeeze your teeth like a ripe grape i release the hit in your eyes taste the high grade i’ll be brining on a surprise before you get dead miracle time to write out sadical lines, n-gg- like limon or limes necklace platinum or dimes see me rolling n-gg- keep trying, i ain’t lying never catch me flying which mother f-cker wanna see me dying. explose the fuse ma zik you cannot refuse and never ever diffuse you na wa get used and abused bullet you choose ma n-gg- taking a cruse already dead in a bloose car vous êtes onze ou bien douze devant moi déjà loose ce n’est pas jamel debouze pouquoi tu ramène ta bouse come n-gg-rz n-gg-rs…

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