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letra de violent crimes - ccvmade

( intro )
we shot at the crib cause’ we seen the lights on
buck me a arp and it came with a 30, i’m putting the sights on
he made a big mistake tryna come out the crib wit all that ice on
tried to call me out while we on the court and i’m calling a iso
n-gga he tried to call me out while we in the streets lets have us a 1v1
i’m taking off on the police they looking around like where in the f-ck did he run
i got extra bullets wit me if we banging it out , i got me a stick and a drum
they try to put me in that jam i act like i’m mental , n-gga i’m playing it dumb
n-gga i’m playing it slow
he playing wit my money get left on the floor
he say he get money it don’t even show
he get slapped like a b-tch he get slapped like a hoe
im servin’ to mitch and im servin’ to joe
came thru the backdoor and he ain’t even know
came thru the front door and he letting me in they come thru the back now we taking his home
speak on the dead now we tappin’ his dome
write me a letter ain’t tappin’ the phone
ccvmade its 4:55 in the morning and n-gga i’m rapping a song
ccvmade its 4:55 in the morning and n-gga i’m high then a b-tch
police get right on my bumper i’m leaving they ass and then i go hide inna ditch
doing the crime inna day inna crib by the night , my family don’t know i get active
media f-ck up the brain yeah you got the followers b-tch , but you not attractive
n-gga we run in his crib and he inna bed boy he gettin left onna mattress
bullets they tappin’ his head you look on the back and i bet all you see is some patches
getting my bread up n-gga i ain’t matching
brodie just threw me the play and i’m catching
dissing my cousin won’t get a reaction we hitting that block and we leaving it tragic
consequences coming with all the static
passing that b-tch to the bro cause’ i had it
k!ll his ass then he get put inna attic
making him disappear n-gga no magic
thinking he getting a serve we taking his ass now he finna leave wit no money
n-gga thought sh-t was a game we baking his ass since he thought dissing was funny
bullets keep hitting his face not wiping his nose gang we leaving his sh-t runny
( adlib : this a freestyle for y’all boys )
mr made i’m tired of rapping so i’m gone
we got bad intentions hit they block and send em home
these hoes be some bops she sucking d-ck just for patron
tryna check on me i tell they ass leave me alone
mr made i’m off this b-tch y’all know how i’m coming man

- ccvmade

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