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letra de lxxvii - fuckraze

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dont wanna f-ck with dat b-tch ye wassup
i got the foe b-tch im sippin on wock
smokin big gas with gang inda cut
inna rover skr skr at ya mof-ckin block aye
a-a-aye
shawty she call on my phone aye
copy my sh-t u a clone aye
gtfo of my zone aye
run up the function im sellin the pounds
all of ur ppl are mof-ckin clowns
i got the mag and i empty the rounds
dont give a sh-t bout u mof-ckin sounds
ye b-tch im lonely im all on my own
smokin big gas and im rollin a cone
i got the vision a mof-ckin drone
and f-ck all these labels i do it alone
okay (kay)
dont give a f-ck what u mof-ckers say
i got a strap b-tch im ready to spray
body got dropped and the mof-cker lay
u want a feat b-tch get rdy to pay
all of this ppl are fake
body get dropped inna mof-ckin lake
i got the crack b-tch im rdy to bake
im in da club b-tch im poppin a pill
grindin so hard to the mof-ckin mill
77 the mof-ckin drill
u think u got talent b-tch u got no sk!ll
i got a glock on my mof-ckin hip
sendin 3 shots on a opp and i dip
servin the crack b-tch i hop outta whip
and if u talk b-tch i empty the clip

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