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letra de slappin - lil mac gs9 & rob wellz

[verse 1: lil mac gs9]
mac, movie
pull up on the block shootin’
really shootin’, i ain’t hoopin’
spin the block twice like i’m movin’
the main attraction
i ain’t press pause, i remain in action
you know i’m rappin’, but i ain’t cappin’
that’s me in yo’ speakers and this sh-t slappin’
t-dot wooo walk on the set
sixteen bars and i’m gettin’ a check
she a groupie so i’m gettin’ the neck
clear a coupie so he gettin’ the tec
call up fetty with the .45
two opps, took both lives
i cannot f-ck with no blxcky n-gga
glock on me with a d-cky n-gga
one call, we on demon time
9 on me, b-tch it’s nina time
real sh-t, i don’t need to rhyme
so i’ma say some different sh-t
every day i’m with a different b-tch
every day you with a different clique
false flaggin’, n-gga you a b-tch
toe tag ’em, got his momma sick
wooo walk then i go catch a body
goes the case, n-gga it was a homie
he want beef, b-tch it’s salame
hit his block, they thought it was the army
glock spreadin’, better duck n-gga
and i heard you a f-ck n-gga

[verse 2: lil mac gs9]
all these guns like the f-ckin’ navy
lil’ n-gga you a f-ckin’ baby
pull up on him, with his f-ckin’ baby, ayy
let that b-tch spray
p-ssy n-gga wanna try me
might just catch a homie
good lawyers behind me
in the set, they might find me

[verse 3: rob wellz]
schemin’
we ain’t the ones who be schemin’
ya’ dreamin’
drive by
always j-panese, european
when i’m speedin’
hearts be
bleeding
feel the pressure when you’re breathing
shawty
you’re stressin’ me out. i’m sorry, i’m leavin’
no time for grieving
but i’m fillin’ my pockets, you’re feeling deceiving
fire
but my sound always freezing
they can’t sort what they’re seeing
40 star, got them believing
hoodie up, you know that’s the season
i’m posted up with the demons
rep the block for a reason, 40
you know the opps get defeated
my gang bangin’ n-ggas, all love that i’m neutral
just ’cause my ass neutral don’t mean i won’t shoot you
been had a bad temper, you know that i’m coocoo
see me up in queens, holla “sak pase p–poosh”
i ain’t playin’ no mo’. wasn’t playin’ before g
i’ll tell you again once i’m finished recording
catch you at night and come back the next morning
if you f-ckin’ with mac then you f-ckin’ with 40

- lil mac gs9 rob wellz

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