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letra de monster - ceo trayle
[intro]
yeah
[verse]
monsters, monsters
monsters, 1080 monsters
couple monsters just like bombsters
the feds mobbed us, only in the squad trust
them cars, don’t park it, n-gga, where that spark at?
they told lil’ bro he gangster ’cause he fought back
i was masked up with k!llers, we in all black
they ain’t get the job, lil’ b-tch, 1080 get no callback
laughter, menace, trackhawk tinted, yeah
back block spinnin’, find the opp and k!ll it
n-gga, amoxicillin, n-gga, don’t bomb the building
that’s what they tellin’ big backdoor, i used to start with dealin’
then the truckload had came, that changed my way of thinkin’
n-gga up ak, you blinkin’
big boss in this room, he shrinkin’
n-gga, ain’t no time for thinkin’
listen, hear my jewelry clinkin’?
b-tch, i don’t know why the f-ck you speakin’
work all week, it’s up this weekend
we just blacked out on his f-ckin’ doorstep
mad ’cause his ho left, must ain’t got no dough left
yeah, big ol’ backdoor the kicker, ain’t no doors left
i been tellin’ n-ggas not to dive, if they dove, say less
fifty of those compressed, b-tch, you can go and undress
big backdoor in the flesh, not that n-gga that cheat your test
n-gga, i don’t wear no vest, .223s come for his neck
rookie up against a vet, 22 against a tec
uh, payin’ all my lil’ b-tch bills, when they hear c4, they get chills
n-gga just backdoored, went uphill, ain’t comin’ down no time soon
popped two perc-15 pills, workin’ at this sh-t here for years
now, f-ck n-gga, i’m finally here, i’ma bring my n-ggas in
yeah, inside my cup, this is wockhardt, this not no beer or gin
this lil’ b-tch stuck, she can’t go far, she gon’ spin ’round again
at first she was a seven, with backdoor, she is a ten
my lil’ b-tch a scammer, callin’ my phone tryna buy a bin
.223s and .556s, 7.62s and skin
i try not to hit no houses, i’m tryna hit your man
where your boss? it’s too many workers, i ain’t gon’ say it again
cremate him, then let his ashes blow with all the wind
told god i often sin, yeah, but i’m gon’ get it right
you see that trackhawk at night, n-gga see red beams and green lights
b-tches wanna f-ck, i’m pipe, b-tches let me f-ck first night
my brother say i’m untouchable whenever i’m on this mic
lil’ n-gga gon’ up and clutch and blow, this sh-t ain’t lookin’ right
amiri jeans, they lookin’ tight, you can see my glock out when i fight
below the belt, bit off his ear, you call him mike
oh, his machete swingin’, hockey mask, you call him mike
wait ’til you get that shot, wait ’til they all in sight
i’m just everything he not, that’s why it’s hard to dislike
poured a deuce of wockhardt, but i called this light
free the bros behind bars, they call, send kites
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