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letra de "50 shot bandit (remix)" - lil cyclone

[intro]
ayy, f-ck that sh-t, man
go
real sh-t, f-ck your dead opps, we still on that bullsh-t, on god

[verse]
they got this motherf-cker thinkin’ he safe, we still slide
you know we lurk and we ride, ain’t no b-tch nowhere to hide
all of you p-ssy n-ggas stay stuck up in your d-mn crib
the whole f-ckin’ gang got sticks, we don’t shoot with a lil’ clip
i can’t believe this c-nt still breathin’, i swear i’m fed up
sh-t, i’m off the meds, i go crazy, better keep your head up
i hit that b-st-rd right there in his d-mn neck, then check my phone
tell the homie, “did you motherf-ckers see that block? it’s done, it’s gonе.”
been, been
i’ve been on these f-cking streets, i been shakin’ trees
i been gеttin’ cheese
i been smashed the hoe you bought gifts for, now you f-cking seize
when the glocks sing, you feel the heat, that’s what we preach
we buyin’ suits, we sendin’ you b-tches to the d-mn bleach
the ap on my wrist say it’s k!llin’ time, what the h-ll is time?
this lame was talking sh-t ’bout my dead man, we left him flat, crying “why the f-ck me?”
if i get locked up, the devil gettin’ fined, no f-cking doubt
your nice-ass little brother ain’t never drill, that p-ssy just run his mouth
b-tch, i said forget that assh0l- now!
let’s talk about that d-mn car, it got hit thirty times, straight bowed out
that was the one f-ckin’ night i carried a little deuce-deuce
we ran up on that dumb pr-ck’s cousin, watch how quick they lose
my f-cking ogs told me “get the bag, go get the loot”
i’m up in the d-mn booth tryna make a sick track, on a murder loop
or up on the f-cking west tryna put in some work for the loot
go get a motherf-cking hit, or get paid just to shoot
go
me and these lames ain’t on the same d-mn level, when i was down bad, i just got up and fled
his slow-ass internet won’t load, he still ain’t know his boy is f-cking dead
i’m a young psycho motherf-cker who will violate your wife
when they locked my cousin, i was out spinning every single night
i got my d-mn name from putting in work, i own this f-cking pipe
wanna show me you loyal? go put an opp’s picture in the d-mn light
go, go
i never clocked in for sh-t, i push that white stuff down on 95
my jeweler flood my whole face with diamonds, i know these f-cking cowards hate to see me alive
who knew i’d get rich off of these f-cking crimes
this sh-t right here is called f-cking perfect timing
head-taps f-cked up that b-tch’s body landing, whenever—
d-mn i thought the f-cking beat stopped, you playing with me?
1 of 1, b-tch i’m a legend, i’m outstandin’
catch a body, sh-t that boost up my street image
k!llin’ lames and makin’ music, i’m the new age f-cking god, charles manson
my black tee got my jewelry f-cking dancin’
kidnap that b-tch-ass boy for ransom
i don’t know that p-ssy, he’s a d-mn random
that old head’s girl still calling me handsome, she a b-tch
go
i’m a f-cking fifty shot bandit, what the h-ll you gonna do?

- lil cyclone

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