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letra de fuck the police - duwap kaine

[verse]
got a couple guns, shoot them guns for fun
shoot a n-gga down, watch that n-gga run
why these n-ggas run, boy, these n-ggas scary
pop a n-gga up but i ain’t talkin’ bout a cherry
smokin’ flame, you can get flame, no, it’s not a thing
got this thing, i’ma let it bang, bullets to your brain
two pistols, b-tch, i’m max payne, yeah, i bring the pain
got the mac, on my f-ckin’ hip, and i let it hang
got a ruger, shoot to your madula, b-tch, it’s gonna do ya’
i’ll wake you up, but i ain’t no rooster, b-tch, i am a shooter
shootin’ bullets to your whole body, now you got a tumor
sippin’ codeine that purple lean, but i ain’t no future
open a bottle up, got me movin’ so slowly
got the bricks on the truck, got them bricks up on the boat
i used to move them rocks, i don’t do that no more
i had the bricks in the wall, and the bricks up in thе door
all these n-ggas fools, all thesе n-ggas fake
i’ll shake you up like a milkshake
let a n-gga try me, he gon’ die today
if he go to heaven he gon’ fly today
he got a couple poles and he never shine
but his b-tch ass bet not try today
i be gettin’ money like the lottery, b-tch, i’m charged up like a battery
got h-lla guap, got h-lla fans, you know, i’m a celebrity
these n-ggas is not on my level, these n-ggas is dirty, well i need a shovel
totin’ on the metal and i just bought a bezel
why you talkin’ all on twitter, better be careful
if yo ass hatin’ now you elevatin’, i be shootin’ n-ggas how they ass hatin’
b-tch, i eat my food, eat my macoroni, eat my f-ckin’ chicken, and my f-ckin’ bacon
when i walk past, have the n-ggas shakin’
b-tch, i got a glock, so my ass is taken
i was right there, you was right there, you was with a gun so yo’ ass was fakin’
pull up to the cemetery, pull up where the opps at
when i pull up on they block, i’ma turn up to a opp head
shooting n-ggas i’m with that, that guap, i get that
yes, i got a big mac, so yo’ ass better get back
pull up with the .30 shot, i flex do that a lot
pull up in a foreign car, leave marks in the parking lot
go inside the grocery store, gotta lot of sh-t in my shopping cart
n-ggas talkin’ that bullsh-t but i’ll pop they ass, like a pop tart
let’s get it

- duwap kaine

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