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letra de scarface - jakesand

[intro]
all i have in this world is my b-lls (ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
and my word, and i don’t break ’em for no one, do you understand? (alloutw4r)
(d-mn, jakesand)
that piece of —- up there, i never liked him
i never trusted him
for all i know he had me set up and had my friend angel fernandez k!lled
but that’s history
i’m here, he’s not

[verse 1: certified trapper & glockboyz teejaee]
one million, two million, three million, four million
thought you was my brother, when i up, you ain’t blow with me
why the f-ck you broke? party pack cost four sixty (yeah, come on, glockboyz, n-gga)
walk his ass down, fah-fah-fah, let the blow hit him

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
one bl!ckie, two bl!ckie, three, they all got switchie
ain’t never seen thirty-six o’s, then you can’t talk to me
should i buy her a plane ticket or make her walk to me?
you racin’ in the h-llcat, finna hit the club and see some titties

[verse 3: j1hunnit]
one cross, two cross, three make chrome hearts
urus swimmin’ through the streets, look like a whole shark
it’s blue diamond in the trunk, it got a strong bark
unc’ put his nose into the work, he like an aardvark
[verse 4: beannskii]
threw a scope up on the chop, this b-tch shoot long darts
in la with five up on my back like i’m josh hart
but the baby drac’ the same size as kevin hart
i’m sippin’ more and more and more, i like my pop dark

[verse 5: t-bone]
know some sh-t about you don’t think i know, i feel like nardwuar
pull up in a jaguar
the way it reek, you would think the bag fart
b-tch, you happy and i’m not, that’s the sad part

[verse 6: big money rich]
that’s the sad part (what you charge for ’em?)
it’s in the stash, but i can still hear a dog barkin’
it’s like a n-gga got a square how i charge for ’em
i need cash, no credit, no charge cards

[verse 7: certified trapper]
arp rip a n-gga up, fruit slice
free unc’, sh-t, they hit his ass with two lifes
beann walked that n-gga down, had two pipes
put the ski mask on, beam with the light
runnin’ from your life
where the f-ck you think you goin’? you ain’t up your pipe
pull a b-tch arms back, yeah, i f-ck her right
why the f-ck you sneak diss, gettin’ fifty likes?
hit your block and your cuddy got head tapped
in the trap, got bricks in the bed mat
why the f-ck you out here cussin’? get your head smacked
why the f-ck you in here clutchin’? get your head tapped

- jakesand

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