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letra de mob - damien luci

[intro]

i don’t f-ck with the n-gga, he a p-ssy (mm) straight up
so what’s got you feeling that way man?
n-ggas just be doing lil’ b-tch ass sh-t, you know what i’m saying?
sh-t a b-tch would do, you na mean, like a little b-tch

[verse 1] (83hades)

got they brother dead now they looking who’s behind the shot
f-ck him, he a b-tch put his greasy ass up in a box
you still think they scary but they not, they got bedazzled glocks
testing every motherf-cker in here, who gon’ think they hot?

all i do is motherf-cking score pass your boy the rock
isn’t that your mans on the floor crying he got shot
yeah we getting really f-cking ghetto shoot in parking lots
24/7 i’m a k!ller all around the clock

b-tches ain’t sh-t until i see them little panties drop
yeah my syrup sweet, ooh wee, i hit the candy shop
fizzy in my drink, lil b-tch i like to perky pop
everybody knows [?] out here, mr. k!ll-a-cop

i don’t do no handouts, broke b-tch what the f-ck you thought
better know my ties b-tch i’m chilling with the f-cking mob
got rid of the apples, but i’m still gon’ watch your head bob
spin around his block like i’m twisting on a doorkn-b
put him in a casket, ain’t no r.i.p. that boy a slob
if you need a score then hit me up, i got you with a lob
(what?) why these b-tches really think they smart
.223 hollow tips, b-tch, rip your body ‘part

[verse 2] (damien luci)

spittin’ with that chrome, it’s hittin’ stupid it go through his heart
offa molly in the whip, they in pursuit, ain’t throwing sh-t in park
hit that boy so hard, now he a phantom yeah he seeing stars
yeah i wacked ’em for a buck, pulled up on him at the mini mart

if you chattin’ then i’m walking up, the pole inside his back
on my chiropractor sh-t, made every bone inside him crack
boutta cop me three new whips, i’m making all them b-tches black
about to cop me some dior and treat that sh-t like it’s some trash

i be shooting at his feet and that boy look like party rockers
got your b-tch inside my crib and i ain’t even try to stop her
he said he mad ’cause he got jumped, he finna pull up with them coppers
i told him we can have a bash and i got plenty party poppers

yeah i’m smoking on gelato, got me melting in the stu
yeah he wanna buy a feature, told his hoe to bring him through
(yeah i’m smoking on gelato, got me melting in the stu)
(yeah he wanna buy a feature, told his hoe to bring him through)

- damien luci

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