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letra de 35 takeoff - curt gotti

[intro]
ablock
ablock, gang, 6

[verse]
f-ck the rapper n-gga baby mama, he got a big mouth
got the glock 17 with the d-ck out (-gun c-ck-)
n-gga tried to run and f-cked around and he got picked off (picked off)
tryna fold, say we blew the whole thing down (boom)
ar-15 hit his head, knock his wicks off (gang)
f-ck spinabenz ’cause i’m tryna k!ll his big dog (f-ck him)
when i catch lil flipa, ima show him what this sh-t ’bout (punch)
hit him in his sh-t then he ran, he ain’t on sh-t though (on sh-t though)
car hit, lightt hit, what the f-ck going on
they say “curt b-tch you turnt”, b-tch i’m in my f-cking zone (my f-cking zone)
ran down with that drake, hit his ass all in the dome (boom boom)
f-ck leek, f-ck meechy, ima say it in every song
b-tch i’m on a, me and mike posted with a ka
last n-gga swung this way, we shot his ass all in the face
getback getback, meechy dead, how that taste (haha)
leeke ass was driving off the lean, got shot up in the face (gang)

[outro]
f-ck yo mans, that’s yo ass (b-tch)
you better do the dash
draco bullet hit the glass, leave your brain red on the neck
they say “curt you need to chill”, n-gga i’m up next
p-ssy n-gga i’m up next

- curt gotti

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