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letra de 100 bars pt3 - lil mister

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[intro]
[?]
[?] right here
turn up!
load the macs up baby!
trap trap!
that boy got that crack!
and we got that crack, we got errthang whatchu want?
for real

[verse]
got thirties when we roll up
big poles don’t fold up
my n-ggas [?] grams [?] silly lil n-gga better slow up
pour fours got me slowed up
throw y can’t control us
my n-ggas insane they’ll shoot you in your brain, masked up, case closed up
do a hit, pop out on a opp broad day, pop out when i’m sober
walk up, face shot, red dot, thirty shot, blew his top now its over
pull up, hit the gas [?] do the dash [?]
i be rockin’ this gucci, robins and truie, designer and polo
my n-ggas tote tommys, got guns like the army, we turn up [?]
in the kitchen finessin’, we mixin’ this lean, i hit it with k-[?]
my shooters thеy shoot like some [?] they blam, i givе them no payroll
my n-ggas, my fam, this money and fame don’t make us unequal
my shorties, they hectic they pull up so reckless and sn-tchin’ off necklace
you can call me the [?], [?]
my n-ggas be flexin’, [?] we shop in [?]
these n-ggas ain’t ready, stash [?] i’m countin’ up my blessings
my [?] teach lessons, these n-ggas be stressin’ the field ain’t no lackin’
see baby got [?] magic
when we blow automatic, you need paramedic, my clip like a ladder
my swag a fantastic, [?], f-ck n-ggas [?]
[interlude]
i be fly as h-ll, fl-fly as h-ll with no wings, t-two cups shawty
d-double cup with that lean, b-bussin’ hard off [?]
b-bussin’ off them beans
that gat on me [?], re-red dot with that beam

[verse]
b-tch i’m throwin’ free money like a free throw
ball so hard like i got a cheat code
not a dime for a thot, f-ck a cheap hoe
i make a n-gga pay like a [?]
f-ck n-gga, try me you can get exposed
pull up, pop out, let this thing blow
[?], get guap, f-ck bad hoes
f-ck n-gga broad day you a assh0l-
i’ma get up, get off my ass bro, cause n-ggas say lil mister [?] bro
i ain’t even gon’ lie, i spaz [?]
choppa bullets they a leave ya ass in h-ll bro
chiraq, my city i’m the king b-tch
my n-ggas all lookin’ blood fiendin
catch a opp with [?] some demons
my n-ggas [?] dreaming
mister guwop, b-tch i stack guap i pull up drop the top
these n-ggas is hatin’, they might [?]
i’m cashin with fashion, partying, mansions, bad b-tches dancing
i got them bands, my cup in my hand, [?] friends
b-tches with me cause i’m on top
got bands stuffed in my [?], cause i ain’t got sh-t for a thot
i just want top, get guap
can’t stop me f-ck roe block, i pull up on yo block
windows tinted blow shots
ho-hollows, those hot
f-ck them oppers, [?] block
f-ck the coppers, d block
with my shootas, rastas
i break bread with gualas
b-tch i [?]
he-headshot slaughter
d.o.a, no doctor
n-ggas sing like oprahs
[outro]
you know how i’m comin’ man
yah yah
squad sh-t
d block b-tch
7400 gang
squad workin’, we totin’ sh-t b-tch
[?] ass sit down, sit yo ass down
lay down, lay yo ass down
[?] 100 round
turn up, ay
ay, 6775
ay, rrah
jojo world!
bodie world!