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letra de 30 x fumez the engineer - plugged in - fumez the engineer

[intro]
ayy
errorbeats made this
you already know what’s going on
30 from the b, plugged in with fumez
is this you, mendi?
plugged in the streets, yeah?
free the hitters every time
gang sh-t

[verse]
they don’t know who was up in that whip (who?), p-ssed, the jakes couldn’t make man stick
little bro just run up and done him with the fl!cks
tripped, came back with blood on his kicks (baow)
when i saw —-, try hit him with a bl!ck (baow)
when we saw —-, try hit him with a bl!ck (baow)
—- got hit with a bl!ck and we would’ve caught —- if he weren’t so quick (fast)
if i didn’t do it, i basically did ‘cah i funded the stick that was used for that hit (that drill)
shoot on sight, i cl!ck-cl!ck-cl!ck then i hop right back in the whip-whip-whip (skrrt)
keep gettin’ drawn out, need to flip these bricks, two hands on a steerin’ wheel like thе stig
keep gettin’ drawn out, need to flip these bricks, two hands on a steerin’ wheel likе the stig (yeah)
b-tch, i don’t know about star signs (no), i only know how to load up a star .9
load up the sticks with hollows, that’s carbine, handle the dinger ’cause little bro can’t drive
tell the opps to slide, i stay with them gunners, got toys to play (got waps)
tryna pop new tings with attachments, trip and you’re red, coi
leray
four pipes and this svr hit roarin’
he got wetted up like he went snorkelin’
hit him with the trey deuce or the .44 ting
air ambulance gonna have to resp-wn him
got a brick of raw and my stick, of course
that’s a l if the jakes come and kick this door
put the whip in sport, got flizz in my pores
latex on when i grip that torch
go-go-go on equipped, i’m talkin’ ’bout drills
when we glide, we want that k!ll
headshots only, aim above waist, won’t be the first time that we caught us a k (no it won’t)
—- got burnt like a incense, shot in his chest, now, it looks like a string vest (smoky)
don’t ask if my ygs ching, yeah, step with the shank, so i cop straps, give them (yeah)
when me and sav pull up, you saw my hood up, locked off the party (locked it up)
and —- ain’t got no get backs from when he got bored in front of his barbie (d-ckhead)
and —- done left him, i don’t even know how he’s still your bredrin
—- kicked off his door and cheffed him
two rolls down, saw —- and he kwenged him (baow)
oh, wait, i forgot to mention, me, reckz —- in the barbers fencin’ (fencin’)
then —- dropped his sword and ran out the door like a f-ckin’ penguin (what a neek)
—- got bored so much, shank tore through his guts when the mandem left him
what a shame that his best friend left him, it should have been his face up on that pendant (should’ve)
feel like a scrub in my best friend’s ride, jump out, no scr-ps ‘cah i roll with my .9 (yeah, i got it)
pull down my mask like i’m closin’ a blind, sh-ll cases on the floor like i’m rollin’ some dice
give it to bucky b, he’s a butcher
i see him come back with blood on his jooker (ching)
graveyard shifts in the t like booker
spin it in the microwave or the cooker
you can get it on the arm if you got good credit
i can hit him with the arm or jump out and cheff him (cheff him)
and you don’t wanna buck sav with reckit
two shanks twinnin’, they’re both gonna wet him (twinnin’)
still step with it when i’m in denim
i been had straps, should’ve been in my lesson (should’ve)
known convicted felon, make sure you don’t lack when you buck through the 7
[intro]

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