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letra de jewels* - chii wvttz

[chorus: c-hii wvttz]
n—-s know that we lurkin’ to boom , like
i see a gz we clearin’ that room (grra grra boom)
near that strip told bro let two
like,n—-s be feenin’ to itch on my mood
like, he in the field get removed
been feenin’ n’ itchin’ to up me a tool (grrrrt)
and these n—-s don’t set no shots, don’t tote no glocks
n—- that sh-t ain’t cool
they like “c-hii , like . why you so cruel?”
these dead opp n—–s really givin’ me fuel
they don’t know what the f-ck i gotta do
his mans on the chain and we taking that jewel
goin’ out like matt i refuse
don’t got my gun he gon’ die by abuse , gang
don’t got my gun hе gon’ die by abuse

[verse 2 : stunna ]
gotti we gon’ havе to take a trip
for my cuzzy we gon’ empty clips
see his mother then she gettin’ hit
glock too big can’t fit on my hip (stupid)
[?] got 12 , caught sh-t with the stick
for my crips so you know i’mma clip

[verse 3: c-hii wvttz]
you get shot for walking with ya b-tch, like
knocka shoot hard these shoot hollow tips
caught him lackin’ now he runnin’ rick , like
beam on his gun know stunna won’t miss (gang gang gang)
smokin’ lotti he restin’ in p-ss, like
we catch a opp broad day , gon’ blitz

[verse 4: set da trend]
five shots gon’ flock out they room
smokin’ on dummy right out of his tomb
houdini a rat, he got thinkin’ it’s cool
now i show him , bet he make the news
i be sippin’ wocky this not juice
i’m like bishop b-tch i got the cheats

[verse 5: set da trend and stunna ]
if she from the t’s she get left by the pool
baddie eatin’ love the way she chew
pop a percy f-ck her till it’s noon
beat her walls , i f-ck her till she loose

[chorus/outro : c-hii wvttz]
n—-s know that we lurkin’ to boom , like
i see a gz we clearin’ that room (grra grra boom)
near that strip told bro let two
like,n—-s be feenin’ to itch on my mood
like, he in the field get removed
been feenin’ n’ itchin’ to up me a tool (grrrrt)
and these n—-s don’t set no shots, don’t tote no glocks
n—- that sh-t ain’t cool
they like “c-hii , like . why you so cruel?”
these dead opp n—–s really givin’ me fuel
they don’t know what the f-ck i gotta do
his mans on the chain and we taking that jewel
goin’ out like matt i refuse
don’t got my gun he gon’ die by abuse , gang
don’t got my gun he gon’ die by abuse
grra grra

- chii wvttz

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