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letra de no mama cita - foolishmane

verse 1
grab my magnum we shooting this b-tch
it’s the hood anthem so we rooting for the rich
look at the state of the block we all shot up
pick your running mate we robbing this hoe
we are getting all the dough while your b-tch sobbing
my chain stunning and the whole block agrees
grab my glock this trick has had it
you can’t mess with my cl!ck
your chick ain’t thick
she skinnier than my stick
we balling while your dropping dollars
my gang always popping while you drop dead
you can’t catch this coke bread
you must work for the feds
your gonna get shot in the head while you bleed on my threads

chorus
no one can handle this drip
only my pistol grip
you must be a vandal
too bad your just a scandal

verse 2
mothaf-ckas think they can talk sh-t
when my whole crew will skin you faster than a hawk
if your tough sh-t then why won’t didn’t you threw hands
im too busy getting my bands from my coke record deal
i scored your b-tch in a heartbeat and thats just real
your nothing but dead heat ya feel
im always here to steal now get behind the wheel
im not here to appeal now get me my 40 ounce
now im ready to bounce get my glock were ready to pop the block

verse 3
p-ssies can’t handle this heat
your gonna get your ass beat
we got glocks all over
you have no blocks to hide to
your dried up old f-ck
your not gonna win a quick buck
your in the bin im gonna get this l!ck
you ain’t sl!ck b-tch you must be home sick
my k!llers are free to roam
theres no where to flee
theres just three gangs bangers everywhere looking for you
and im just here cooking my acid trip
im here blasted with my gat
and theres nowhere to go mothaf-cka

- foolishmane

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