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letra de without warning - cello mtz

(aye yo f-ck these n-ggas turn that sh-t up byte)

derek mcdonald:

heard they talking down on gang
no we not sl1ck
call up “cello mtz” pull up at your crib aye
n-ggas talking tough but they ain’t talking out they lips
n-gga you’s a goofy if you think i’d cuff that b-tch
like n-gga what the f-ck you thought really thought this was
i was tryna get some neck bust my nut then dip
off the purple off the green minnesota no vikings
high as f-ck so i got wings
baby choppa that sh-t sings
b-tches on my phone and the plug on my line
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga blowing money all the time yeah
n-gga i’m a dog so i hit it from behind yeah
n-gga you’s a broke boy so i know your card declined
aye i kinda do this rap sh-t might f-ck around and get signed
if i get caught up in some sh-t have lil bro do the time
aye and i got that 1600 for them 16 lines
aye n-gga wanna test me then know that n-gga dying aye

cello mtz:

talking on my name yeah you talking on the gram b-tch (on the gram)
talking sweet but in person but you acting like a fan b-tch (like a fan)
come get yo homie fore’ i really smack yo mans b-tch (smack yo mans)
yeah i got yo b-tch cause she know that i’m the man b-tch (im the man)
only staying to myself yeah i’m staying solo (staying solo)
i ain’t f-cking with no lame n-gga i ain’t f-cking with no bozo (with no bozo)
yeah you always talking sh-t but you staying behind that yolo (behind that yolo)
i ain’t giving no free clout and i ain’t giving no free promo (no free promo)
got your girl in my crib she actin like a freak hoe (like a freak hoe)
she throw me on the bed and she hitting me with deep throat (with that deep throat)
yeah i’m moving all this weight and flipping h-lla kilos (h-lla kilos)
if you acting like a b-tch imma shoot you like a free throw (like a free throw)
yeah i’m smoking on this dank
and you know it stank
got my mind blank (got it blank)
got me up in sp-ce
wrap it up with lace. (with some lace)
can’t be caught up in a case so i do the race
i go to chase bank cause all i do is chase bank aye yuh b-tch
rapping with the n-gga and we cooking up that heat
we stay going up man yeah we coming from the streets (on god)
keep on grinding for our sh-t yeah you know we gon eat
yeah i’m rappin with the bro lil n-gga take a seat (yuh)
don’t be jealous on my come up you a hater (you a hater)
doing all that hatin sh-t you get hit with this laser (with this laser)
yeah i’m doing all the rapping and i’m getting h-lla paper (h-lla paper)
yeah my trigger finger itchy have you running like the pacer (like the pacer)

- cello mtz

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