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letra de get me mad - chino racks

[intro]
grrt-a
grah, grah, grah (ayo, chris, pour me up)
oy cbt, jack gz get put in a tee
cr
grah, like, they get me mad
on bro i might-
like, they get me mad
on bro i might spin for a-
like, grrt-a
aahh

[verse 1]
throw ten then leave, i’on care who around ’em
bro switched sides, he went to the opps and now he gon’ die for chillin’ around ’em
4 deep and they live, we gotta surround ’em
don’t care what block, no need for the talkin’, bullets gon’ drown ’em
(woo) ski jumped off of that bridge, (ski, ski! that n-gga a d-ckhead!) they gotta be mad, his b-tch could’ve [?] ’em
i got a baba, she ready to line ’em
f-ck all my opps, they stuck at the bottom
dissin’ the deads, i think its time to remind them, like
makk got packed (matt savv), ek got clapped, seen [?] on seventh, i should’ve slimed him
free 33, i can’t wait ’til that time come
gotta keep cl!ckin’ my gun, til when ever my time dump (word-a bro)
[chorus]
grah, they get me mad, on bro i might spin for a hour
call up bro, lets spin through the towers
fl!ckin’ the g, this sh-t give me powers
back him down, i know he a coward (where he goin’?)
now i’m too big, first shot too loud, but watch he get louder
d’s tryna search me, i do not allow them (grah)

[verse 2]
totin’ a 40 or 9, i don’t play wit’ no smoker
i’m on the block, i don’t care about nothin’, i’m moving like grandson
free all my opps, got shot started moving like dancers
i send a shot, i don’t care about cameras
bro in for 30, he throwing a tantrum
not too heavy, the d’s keep watching, i’m tryin’ my hardest to not pull my pants up
bro run up for a fl!ck, i might cl!ck on whoever, i’m not really into the fan love
ndot real tough in his songs, i see him in person i bet he won’t do nun’
why they talkin’ on dot when me and the bro’s made half of they team run
john wick too tact, he caught him a clean one
(clean one, john wick too tact, he caught him a-)

[chorus]
grah, they get me mad, on bro i might spin for a hour
call up bro, lets spin through the towers
fl!ckin’ the g, this sh-t give me powers
back him down, i know he a coward
now i’m too big, first shot too loud, but watch he get louder
d’s tryna search me, i do not allow them (do not allow them)
[outro]
(grah, they get me mad, on bro i might spin for a hour
call up bro, lets spin through the towers
fl!ckin’ the g, this sh-t give me powers
back him down, i know he a coward
now i’m too big, first shot too loud, but watch he get louder
d’s tryna search me, i do not allow them, word-a bro)

- chino racks

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