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letra de wall bang - cyraq

[intro]
boom boom!
wall bang!
bow bow!
lakes!

[chorus: cyraq]
spin in a tuxedo we handle our business
diss on the gang like dora he missin
this n-gga shakin and twitchin and b-tchin
the glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin
n-gga get bit if he go outside
i like me a ? cuz i’m not finna hide
new baby 9, pull up and die
imma f-ck in decline i’m not finna lie
cuz b-tch imma ho and i ain’t gon clap
i like patty cake n-gga play imma clap
i’m trigger happy i ain’t givin no doubt
rob who he died outside the trap
n-gga run in this ho imma wall bang
rap ass n-gga gon free like 2 chains
bag on yo head or go get me a new chain
you gon get shot trynna play like luke came

[verse 1: cyraq]
i feel disrespected so i’m finna shoot
a body collectеd we took off his roof
og got me stuck like a blunt full of gluе
my dawg lil eric he finna get loose
n-gga i keep me a stick like a log
the b-tch too ghetto she turnin me off
you better keep suckin until i go soft
element of surprise while he walking his dog
n-gga aim at yo target you shootin at the ground
yo uncle a pallet we layin him down
loaded got the bed so i f-cked on the coach
no tv b-tch just watch ho mouth
touchdown in the p-ssy then turned to a kicka
and when i get rich i’m a rich ass k!lla
glock both ways, b-tches and n-ggas
imma shoot if you come out the sto’ with a swisher
my n-ggas tweekin on big and small sh-t
lil eric short but he f-ckin a tall b-tch
ion like big glocks give me the small b-tch
911 we sleep he callin
eveytime i pop out this lil ho wanna eat me
and yeah i’m that n-gga so they wanna be me
glock with a d-ck boy you not finna be me
you gon see this glock on my hip when you see me
[chorus: cyraq]
spin in a tuxedo we handle our business
diss on the gang like dora he missin
this n-gga shakin and twitchin and b-tchin
the glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin
n-gga get bit if he go outside
i like me a ? cuz i’m not finna hide
new baby 9, pull up and die
imma f-ck in decline i’m not finna lie
cuz b-tch imma ho and i ain’t gon clap
i like patty cake n-gga play imma clap
i’m trigger happy i ain’t givin no doubt
rob who he died outside the trap
n-gga run in this ho imma wall bang
rap ass n-gga gon free like 2 chains
bag on yo head or go get me a new chain
you gon get shot trynna play like luke came

[verse 2: top shoota]
my bullets they yellow i call a ?
you’ll get hit like we playing tennis
no mortal combat you know that these feelings
so i’m smokin that gas i’m high like a celing
i’m top shoota cuz i catch bodies
feel like dej loaf i want you to try me
use your iphone so you can come find me
let off some shots now he stuck to a hoby

- cyraq

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