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letra de vinny and pauly ii - jmattson

[f-ckyouak]
pull the knife out my back
grip the d-mn nine
f-ck with mine
imma make him f-cking flat line
put a bullet hole thru his f-cking jawline
while doing tricks with the blade
hope you don’t mind
yeah they wait for the day that i’m gon die
i really hate when people think that i’m a nice guy
when imma murder everybody in your bloodline
i’m p-ssed off
gonna blow up like a landmine
put my middle fingers up cause i still don’t give a f-ck
i should twist the f-cking blade
when it’s up inside your gut
jesse rеally love the blood drip
and i love thе f-ck sh-t
when we get together
there’s not really a discussion (yeah yeah)
c4 strapped to my chest screaming suicide
in this life that i’m living b-tch it’s do or die
i don’t know if imma live up to see 45
so when i’m looking in the mirror b-tch i’m terrified
so i roll it up
give the weed a puff
i’ve been feeling rough so
please lemme beat it up
i can’t get enough
gon feast when i eat it up
d-ck up in your guts whoa
and my b-tch a savage put the knife up to your throat bro
whoa
going for the gold
i’ve been on a roll
won’t stop till get my chain
up on f-cking froze
so go yous a little hoe
f-ck up on my bro
i’m ghost
oh you didn’t know
take away my soul
[jmattson]
pull the knife out my pocket issa bench made
on the block and i’m feeling like dikembe
take a chance lil b-tch you got 10 days
need that money in my hand i need my rent paid grip her french braids when i hit from the back i’m a fiend hoe
blowin money like i’m drunk at the casino
back with a motive to attack like i’m shego
they call me vinny but i feel like uncle nino c-notes in my jacket pocket with the blunt wrap, blood bath someone tellem get the f-ck back, one strap on the waist one trunk bag, filled up with grenades don’t come back
mothaf-cka if you really wanna problem we ain’t moving
i don’t think they really want it hear em talk but they don’t do it
run up on a motherf-cker if he talkin like he stupid
i don’t think he really bout it on his block but he ain’t shooting lil b-tch why you actin like you hot sh-t
totin pistols on the gram but you ain’t shot sh-t opp sh-t i been makin moves and makin moshpits godless tell me i should pray i’d rather not b-tch
glock out pull the glock out like i’m witchouse
pop out with my c-ck out at your b-tch house
lockdown got it locked down like a grid now
ayy
h-llhound for the win now

- jmattson

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