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letra de head crack - fasedot

[intro: fasedot]
sheesh!
yeah, yeah, yeah
m.b.f
ty rose
yo, yeah

[verse 1: fasedot]
look, i long-d-cked your b-tch, gave her the mean one
i told her bring her and her friend, i’m tryna team some
lay the pipe down on both, jammin’ to r. kell’
errybody all in they groove, come to my hotel
i knew slim from the k, sh-t ‘ways fall through
i love my hood boogers vibe ‘cause they don’t cost you
i’m ‘bout to show y’all my hunger really gon’ flip mo’
i hear the thirst, buck it, always on the flip, bro
we call them lame n-ggas “ig lovers”
we headshot ‘em, and now you can’t i.d. brother
i’m from the gutter, where n-ggas always k!llin’ each other (yah!)
and every corner store got a akhi in it (word to mother!)
wear the pounds for the low, but we beat n-ggas
on errything that i love, i hate a cheap n-gga
always wanna go half wit’chu now on some weak liquor
here’s half of the good-good – go run the streets, n-gga
if your life not known, then what you cryin’ ‘bout?
hear lames talkin’ real crazy on my time out
back now, youngin, i’m stronger than ever
split they -ss down the middle, you can’t show ‘em together
it’s no playtime
get it ‘cross the state line
i know they hate mine
i’m on grind mode, greatness just take time
i linked up wit’ the brody, he said, “let’s bridge the gap”
i told ‘im, “it’s brooklyn – i’m fine wit’ that”
i know a couple of real kings that’s down to ride
i call ‘em “billy boys”, n-gga, that’s a homicide
i treat the rap like a 9-to-5, bottom line
whatever you tryna sell, i don’t wanna buy

[hook: m. jayy, fasedot + cortez]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i wish a n-gga would try to play mine (i wish, i swear!)
he gon’ get the tre or the .45 (brrrt!)
wish a n-gga would (i swear!)
i wish a n-gga would try to play mine
wish a n-gga would (oh yeah!)
i wish a n-gga would try to play mine
yeah, yeah, yeah
‘cause all my n-ggas move when it’s time to ride (they on it!)
yeah, yeah, yeah
‘cause all my n-ggas move when it’s time to ride

[verse 2: cortez]
yo, yo
there’s morals we abide by (uh-huh)
there’s not a minute i could spare
i got birds in the air – homie, time flies (brrroo!)
feds clockin’, it’s prime time
100k large at the round table, seated wit’ the wiseguys (yerr!)
bodega, modelo, coronas
find me in the bay, but i’m on deck wit’ the growers (facts!)
through the vacuum, ziploc, smell the aroma
talkin’ good-good, open the pack, a whiff of the odor, yeah!
consignment, made for the nose
i can hand you a samp’, that’s stank i could loan
link for the chrome, fresh out the box
find me on any block (brooklyn!) – hold your own, yeah
them dum-dums, so don’t try to fool me
‘cause i’m plugged in, fire sticks, let’s make a movie (brrt!)
sh-t gettin’ ugly, i broke it down to a cutie
talkin’ nice red hairs, good lord, she a beauty
choppers in the closet, bullets by the boxes
re-account the profit, receipts and deposits
won’t lend a dime, 100 bands in my pocket
but i’m frontin’ like i’m broke, “nah, fam’, i ain’t got it”
woo! a thick blondie, deep in her guts
i’m on point, tho’, stash box, heat in the trunk
down to my last dollar, i’mma keep it a buck
the adobo to [?], they ain’t seasoned enough
so don’t you dare try to play mine, night to the daytime
bangin’ wit’ the bulldog, but strayin’ from the k-9
buncha fake f-cks, frontin’ like they bang .9’s
dea searched the whip – “nah, officer, that ain’t mine!”
d-mn, so he posin’? he a fraud?
he gon’ die for my sins, i bring him closer to the lord
f-ck a holster, heat tucked, it’s pokin’ through the drawers
r.i.p. graffiti tag, he posted on the wall
i am not you, papi
stop, who clockin’?
i’m off the moon rock, but the fiends be moonwalkin’
block rules, glocks from the ‘stuy to compton
i got blocks – who coppin’?
bet ‘em, ya tu sabes

- fasedot

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