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letra de illusion - gravechill

[intro: mc money]
friday, i hit the hay, and then we in the wind
beep my n-gga gangsta gold, because b-tch, it’s the weekend
let’s plan a motherf-ckin’ rob, let’s go and hit them b-tches lane
scooped up my n-gga smoked out, who’s ready to make a bloodstain

[verse: gangsta gold]
bustin’ through the crowd with my glock pointed at his back
got sweat drippin’ from his head, he bowed and had a heart attack
i don’t give a f-ck about you, you don’t know who i am
oh, watch your step, n-gga, ’cause a b-tch like me don’t give a d-mn
my n-ggas took the right side, b-tches took the left of mine
mc money break ’em on his knees, touch ’em with the f-ckin’ gun
our pеrpetratin’ players got ’em scarеd to make a second move
first one was the hit to ground, you know that i ain’t playin’, dude
slowly as i take a beeper, slowly as i take a chain
slowly as i take some rings, quickly, that’s my payday-game
crazy as i say i am, deranged, as i claim to be
give me all your money, ho, n-gga, don’t you mischief me
scr-pe it to the point where you gettin’ to your last penny
give me what you got, it don’t matter, ’cause i’m robbin’ any
b-tch, jumped wrong, so i shot that ho in the booty
lookin’ kinda fine on the ground, little, dead cutie
breakin’ on they ass, like a rubber on a n-gga d-ck
creepin’ from the scene, like diseases f-ckin’ up this sh-t
outtie five thousand, as i constantly gettin’ bailed, g
down to the glock, at a three-eighty robbery
[outro: mc money]
can’t forget my kinfolk ho, she can make some stains, too
trina got us sewed up, buck them b-tches out the blue
peeled up out the ‘crest as we headin’ straight to the o
smoke up in the air, chiefin’ hay, and ballin’ past the folks

- gravechill

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