letra de bomb squad - damien luci
[verse 1]
(83hades)
4 glockin’ in this b-tch, i just might pick your pockets up
know how i’m rockin’ b-tch, we slide out with them rockets up
score with us then you guaranteed to get doctored up
how you say you wanted beef but you ain’t even got no gun
if i wasn’t who i was then i’d bet that she’d still f-ck
all these guns, drugs and money, i just add it up for fun
i could really take your b-tch and i don’t even gotta stunt
she want to see all of my jewelry, i hit it from the front
while you busy at your 9 to 5, i’m busy in her guts
she just touched my .45 ’cause she’s tryna grab my junk
and this pistol just might sodomize her, put it her b-tt
i think i’m running out of sp-ce, i put this acid on my tongue
83 up in this b-tch, i got a glock i’m going dumb
[verse 2]
(damien luci)
she dropped an oxy in her fanta, drank that sh-t inside the pub
i got lean inside my cup, i be mixing with the rum
chewed an eighth inside the stu and now i’m ’boutta f-cking bust
yea this smith and’ be my friend, i ain’t ever lonely
had to go through h-ll and back, that’s why i keep it on me
why you always talk about the sh-t that you ain’t knowing
catch you in the deli, chopper cut you up just like bologna
i be in the club with my beretta in my b-tch’s birkin
every time i leave the pad my sh-t looking picture perfect
oh he think he hot inside that benz, i clip him now he swerving
show ’em how the uzi blaze, no mickey-d this mac is burning
i pull with a stick or two
you run up, ima bl!ck at you
my money making bigger moves
i’m rollin’ with a bigger crew
i’m rollin’ off a cap, it’s blue
i’m rolling up a primo, oo
i chop it up and add it too
i’m hanging where the planets do
i’m chilling where the planets be, i sold your sister ecstasy
they hopping on my c-ck like every time i carry ketamine
they like “that sh-t don’t sit right with me”, well i could give a f-ck about it
your b-tch getting wet like every single time my hands around it
these are my clips, b-tch
this is my crib, b-tch
check your girl’s location, she be getting five d-cks, b-tch
i’m on three-fifths, b-tch
got the green tint, b-tch
sk with no stock, it be clearing trees lil’ b-tch
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