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letra de fighting allegations - double mz

[road runner]

all of this weight i keep it on me
n-ggas is rats can’t be my homies
i been outside, i [?]
chasing a bag, im with my broski
yea im getting rich now, brodie send the bricks down, i ain’t got time to chill no more
tell a b-tch to sit down, please dont throw a fit now, i ain’t got time for sh-t no more

i just beat me a case, and he got shot in his face, and i ain’t leaving a trace, ain’t tryna go back to jail
i made a [?] not a trace
they had me locked up for days
got on my knees and i prayed
cause in allah i have faith

[double mz]

yeah
told my broski pull up, sent the drop and backed the nina
i told my broski we gon make it out and you gon’ see us
told my mama dont you worry the oppas can not beat us
i told you dont you look too close this 40 pack a heater

dont focus on me
i keep a stick right on me
my bro got caught up in the jam, the said he caught a body
we fighting allegations
still down to catch a hammy
need me a mean b-tch to hold it down like [?] and [?]
that never switch up on me
i keep a stick right on me
yeah
i heard they acting like they know me, they dont know me now
i heard they claiming me, my day one, and my homie now
the way we scoring on their block they need a goalie now
push shots in your face, but my demons love to spin around
no [?] bring the ting around
f-ck the opps and f-ck the jakes, we screaming like a sing along
i can’t leave the crib without a stick, i bring my stick along
n-ggas turn gelato where we caught that p-ssy slipping now, so dont be slipping now
i always keep a stick around
dont every try to f-ck around
my n-ggas pass the puck to me, i slap it like im gretzky

[road runner}

100 days, 100 nights im jus tryna go [?]
im shooting first, not beating back, i ain’t got time to think
he got shot up in his face, bullets made out of zinc
and i got rich off selling coke i made a mill out the sink
and i been riding all alone
and i ain’t got nowhere to go, no place to come home
23 for the brick, 35 for the chrome
and please dont call my line, i ain’t selling no zones

[road runner]
all of this weight i keep it on me
n-ggas is rats can’t be my homies
i been outside, i [?]
chasing a bag, im with my broski
yea im getting rich now, brodie send the bricks down, i ain’t got time to chill no more
tell a b-tch to sit down, please dont throw a fit now, i ain’t got time for sh-t no more

[double mz]

load the clip with hollows, they was emptied on the scene
my n-ggas tryna catch a body, they ain’t getting no more sleep
we’d have a hundred million dollars if we never rocked designer
we still steppin in designer
louis bag holding the [pop] [pop]
im still screaming free my n-ggas, hope i hear from them tomorrow
im just waiting on the case so we can take it out to trial
[?] [?] [?] b-tch, revenge was always promised
tryna catch a p-ssy slippin, [?] [?] with this f-cking rocket

- double mz

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