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letra de lawbreakers (busted!) - gsntd

[intro: td glizzzy]
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

[verse 1: td ceasar]
i’m a motherf-cking lawbreaker, smoking jawbreaker
you a motherf-cking muckraker, i’m a pilltaker
let’s be motherf-cking filmmakers, i’m a troublemaker
who you’re motherf-cking caretaker? smoke on icebreaker
a-a-artificial pacemaker, i’m a risktaker
see my face up on the newspaper, i’m a lawbreaker
my sh-t swerve another hundred acres, i’m a matchmaker
who you motherf-ckin’ testin’, i’m a f-ckin’ codebreaker

[verse 2: sentarion]
w-w-what you need me for? i don’t even know you
what i need to show you? f-ckin’ nothin’, worthless stupid hoe
you do not even know you, where you go though?
you want me to show you? no, i ain’t below you
who you know though? in the floor below you
while your sister blow you, take a photo
at my f-ckin’ show, you f-ggot -ss b-tch roku
who’s the hoe though? i’mma tap before you
she play you like goku, in my dojo
lookin’ like a folk who ain’t been in the smoke room
look like dodo, ’cause n-body know you
ain’t n-body spoke to

[verse 3: td glizzzy]
td glizzy in this b-tch, with a patek on my wrist
wet diamonds, let them shine, in the light up in this sh-t
undertook, i’mma open up the p-ssy like a book
nanny crook, that p-ssy done left me motherf-ckin’ shook
take a look, i’mma hit you with a f-cking left hook
inglenook, i’mma burn you, like i am a f-cking cook
td glizzy keep a strap, drag your body ‘cross the map
td glizzy keep a motherf-ckin’ blicky, let it clap

[verse 4: td ceasar]
i think you hungry for attention, hold you up, stay in suspension
b-tch, i am back for redemption, and i got a f-ckin’ weapon
gsntd, i’m reppin’, p-ssy, who the f-ck you testin’
p-ssy, who the f-ck you pressin’, all you b-tches need a lesson
b-tch, my choppa is my blessin’, it’s a rancher, just like dressin’
p-ssy boy, who am i less than? i don’t got a smith & wesson
p-ssy b-tch, don’t want no action, you know time is of our essence
b-tch, my clip is on a mission, don’t you try to ask no questions

[verse 5: sentarion]
what you askin’? you gon’ end up in a motherf-ckin’ casket
don’t you risk it, i got clips upon clips, up inside this basket
got a blunt, and you know that i’m keepin’ a f-ckin’ gasket
got a choppa, and you know that i am not afraid to blast it
i keep the tuck, so i’m knockin’ you the f-ck off the bracket
no don’t test, p-ssy boy, ’cause you is just a f-ggot
and n-body f-ck with you, ’cause you a leech, you a maggot
b-tch i’m bustin’ a choppa, and totin’ pistols with p-ssion

- gsntd

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