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letra de outro - joseph mcfashion

[verse 1: 9000 rondae]
i’m in my bag in the [?] big mac
hit him in the helmet, the chopper knock off his chin strap
bad b-tches running through the pad, like [?]
in cali no vacation, i’m bringing [?] back
brazy that’s my baby, play with her, you getting toe tagged
[?] while you play with your last
[?] next to the strap [?]
i know that, these n-ggas really don’t want no smoke
cause when i was playing with choppers, n-ggas was honor role
riding with the stick, [?] on your ass when you smoke
[?] for the extra [?]
lil n-ggas my sons, they better check the score
n-ggas getting mad over b-tches,, better check the hoes
i ain’t [?] b-tch, i got her so she can bless thе road
all the lil b-tch do is powder, [?] test thе dope
if she ain’t making [?] what you stressing for?

[verse 2: molly brazy]
if he ain’t bringing you no bread, why you stressing sis?
got my own money, i ain’t never to ask for sh-t
threw some ice in the buckets, got my nose stuffy
sippin on this juice, blueberry fanta, my sh-t real muddy
i can [?] the chopper like [?]
or i can hit your block with them f-cking twin glizzys
if i catch an opp b-tch, [?] through the city
imma aim it at her tiddy, if she duck, she catching plenty
it’s molly brazy, check the motherf-cking [?]
b-tches ain’t f-cking with me, laughing at them cause they jokes
they broke, all these b-tches f-cking broke
if you try to act tough, up the 40, you get soaked
headshots, headshots, yeah we ending it now
big chops, yeah we sitting b-tches down
wanna beef cause i’m winning, looking like some f-cking clowns
no name ass rap b-tches, never reached a hundred thou
[verse 3: shredgang mone]
n-ggas can’t name a time [?] the strap [?] ain’t bussin
know that they won’t see me out the crib if i ain’t clutchin
money on the floor, just let me know, you know i’m coming
if you gon tell them something, tell them how they out here running
big dawg, i control what go down now
lil n-gga, i can get [?] big dawg now
heard he talking down, [?] lil n-gga’s thoughts
[?] b-tch you [?], we don’t leave till he drop
how many times i gotta hear these n-ggas tryna pop?
i’m worried bout the motherf-cking hood, f-ck the opps
my head f-cked up, i think i need to see a doc
i don’t like n-ggas [?] friends if i try
[?] p-ssy, he ain’t got it in [?]
[?]
i pipe my main b-tch, so my side get some time
we know that boy lying, fabrecating in the rhymes n-gga

- joseph mcfashion

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