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letra de taplettenkind (diss/brz-qualifikation) - der spasti (3.klässler)

[hook]
hold up
got that big gun
we ain’t reload nun
they all hunnid rounds
b-tch we war ready
we done woke up with it
f-ck yo att-tude
we on gang sh-t
like n-gga gang gang
my n-ggas hard body
we done caught bodies
ain’t gotta talk bout it
my n-ggas stuck with me
we pull up with it
you ain’t really bout it
all my n-ggas with it

[verse 1]
i make them n-ggas feel it, cause i feel like it
regular 50 round, use that whole b-tch
put blood on yo kid, like lil blood that’s yo l!ck
leave blood on yo b-tch, she was too close to the chopstick
leave blood with no life, he was too close to my opps, smh
big ar with the drum, make a mess
young skuba steve, riochet with the techs
all this weed i don’t need nothing else
all this lean, i don’t need nothing else
all this cheese, i don’t need nothing else
don’t need no help, just me and myself
got the eastside belt
serve that dope off the shelf
right front of 12
don’t give a f-ck of a h-ll
b-tch want money oh well
b-tch no deal
yo sister gone f-ck off the bail
i got raw on the scale
cooking as well
cookie gone cover the smell
you n-ggas tell, and most of you n-ggas frail
won’t even waste my sh-lls

[hook]
got that big gun
we ain’t reload nun
they all hunnid rounds
b-tch we war ready
we done woke up with it
f-ck yo att-tude
we on gang sh-t
like n-gga, gang gang
my n-ggas hard body
we done caught bodies
ain’t gotta talk bout it
my n-ggas stuck with me
we pull up with it
you ain’t really bout it
all my n-ggas with it

[verse 2]
park the foreign
walk him down
ss109s
hawk him down
ain’t no talking loud, after they chalk him out
ain’t sh-t to talk about
get them coffins out
we gone make them understand that this sh-t ain’t fluke, all this sh-t was planned
we gone get them bands
take a chance, and we gone take yo mans
whip them grams
don’t need extra hands, i just do my dance
armstrong yeah, skuba lance
ride out on yo friends
i can’t have no dope inside my walls because it’s money in ’em
street king, keep bout 3 keys in every other crib
bunch of clips, i got og sauce straight from the mothership
thuggin it, the toughest youngest n-ggas with me running sh-t

[hook]
got that big gun
we ain’t reload nun
they all hunnid rounds
b-tch we war ready
we done woke up with it
f-ck yo att-tude
we on gang sh-t
like n-gga gang gang
my n-ggas hard body
we done caught bodies
ain’t gotta talk bout it
my n-ggas stuck with me
we pull up with it
you ain’t really bout it
all my n-ggas with it

- der spasti 3 klassler

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