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letra de murderous mentality - cobo75

[intro]
(d-mn, aj, you mixed this? run that sh-t back)
my block crazy, brr, brr
ttd baby, crazy
bodies, bodies
bodies, bodies (faygo, this hot as fell)

[verse]
wopblock crazy, ttd baby, everybody with me crazy
been doin’ hits, blazin’ on that block, bail out and chase him
i’m with all k!llers and takers tryna k!ll and take
switch go off, can’t feel your face
wake up, who gettin’ k!lled today?
drac’ and switch on my lap, one tap’ll give you a nap, buddy don’t own a strap
i don’t condone in that, that’s how they mans got clapped for tryna that bap
instead of sprayin’ his gat, coo got whacked in the back
really under the porch, ain’t no runnin’ from war
hit your top, it’s more than sore
slidin’ back to back, no back and forth
trap and clappin’ out the porch
body bags, i want some more
before i lack, increase the score
i can’t stop, always on go
internet beefin’ for the hoеs
keep sh-t neat, all we tag is toes
bappеr rapper got exposed
for me and mine i pave the way
john, wop, tana, dre
for them, i get sh-t out the way
six shots came up out the eight
now it’s switches and dracs, get in your face, ain’t no gettin’ away
first mistake was claimin’ snake, d.o.a., closed case
in the field since a [?], i always knew the cost
we always been off
best advice, get lost
slip and slide and get chalked
they n-ggas died, new guns i bought
n-ggas cried, f-ck they [?]
we on the opps, hop out and walk then
murderous mentality, f-ck all my rivalries
let off steel happily
go on drills to clap new heat
pop a pill, then rap new heat
buddy died, got left in the street
he should’ve tried what he rapped on his beat
suicide if you clap at me
do or die, you better not miss it
rap then lack, i ain’t with it
tana in me, n-gga, i ain’t friendly, mr. bake-your-biscuit
every mission it’s a victim gettin’ left in critical condition
shoot like tana completin’ missions
it’s hard to miss, it’s all in the wrist
all in your cut, call me sl!ck
all got sticks, love to blitz
my favorite mick’ got caught in the mix
they couldn’t believe it, callin’ me sick
like blind men we walkin’ with sticks
get signed in, we hoggin’ a nick’
(get signed in, we hoggin’ a nick’)

- cobo75

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