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letra de 50 round - lil bars

(chorus: lil barz)
watch how you talk ‘fore i blow yo’ f-ckin’ brains out
when the gang pull up, yeah, we bring them f-ckin’ ks out
post traumatic stress got me relivin’ them days now
nah, that sh-t ain’t funny, p-ssy, i’m not f-ckin’ playin’ round
smokin’ on that wood ‘cuz we left yo’ homie layin’ down
yeah, you know we here when you hear that f-ckin’ bangin’ sound
homie, you’s a b-tch like them boys that you be hangin’ round
dracos, glocks, and uzis, p-ssy, that’s what we be slangin’ round

(verse 1: lil barz)
p-ssy talkin’ all that sh-t but he don’t tote no f-ckin’ gun
got a red dot so i love it when they f-ckin’ run
i don’t do no hits. b-tch, i do this sh-t for f-ckin’ fun
diamonds on my neck, f-ck, i swear these b-tches weigh a ton
leave his white shirt stained like my name is f-ckin’ westside gunn
dissin’ on the ‘gram get you smoked just like a f-ckin’ blunt
when you see us pullin’ up, b-tch, you better duck and run
b-tch, you know i’m shiesty, you best get that sh-t back in blood
yeah, b-tch, straight up, plus i f-ck yo’ hoe like twice a month
that boy, he was talkin’ sh-t so we cut off his f-ckin’ tongue
take out yo’ whole block, 50 shots up in this f-ckin’ drum
like my name was yo, thought a p-ssy hoe was sayin’ sum
p-ssy think he tough, but i bet these sh-lls will leave him stunned
leave yo’ body full of holes like he was a f-ckin’ sponge
p-ssy, rep yo block, b-tch, tell us where you f-ckin’ from
boy, you don’t want smoke, you’ll get picked just like a f-ckin’ plum
(verse 2: remithehooper)
woah, woah, hop in that srt so fast
we gon’ get that n-gga gone
yeah we takin’ off his dome
50 rounds up in his bones
yeah, you know he goin’ home
better call the f-ckin feds, b-tch you know we in that zone
these n-ggas better run
keep that k on go
if a n-gga talk down, get hit with a pole

- lil bars

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