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letra de (sigilkore) markz get rekt - luci4

[verse 1]

don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t b-tch [?]
i f-ck wit’ bloods n-gga, i f-ck wit’ drugs n-gga
i f-ck wit’ bloods n-gga, i f-ck wit’ drugs n-gga
i fu-fu-fu-f-ck with bloods n-gga, i f-f-f-f-ck wit’ drugs n-gga
i get yo’ guns n-gga, you better not run n-gga (jewelxx)
run-run n-gga i’m smoking runtz n-gga
i am your god, i ain’t gonna lie n-gga
ion like your kind, n-gga
don’t come outside, n-gga (lil b-tch)
bro want his own, n-gga (want his own)
you want this chrome, n-gga? (want this chrome?)
my b-tch is flown, n-gga
your money gone, n-gga
aggin emas eht t’nia uoy ,aggin gnab [?]

[verse 2]

you still a lame n-gga, lon feel no pain n-gga
you still a lame n-gga, lon feel no- feel no pain n-gga
you want a-
[?] lrig
my n-ggas merkin’ sh-t
he on that purple sh-t, he on that workin sh-t
i f-ckin’ hurt the b-tch
400 for a zip
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew, pew)
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew)
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew)
b-tch i’m him, i’m him him
i got blue strips, it’s a [?] b-tch
i k!ll k!ll (k!ll k!ll)
my lips sealed (lips sealed)
my pints sealed (pints sealed)
i always [?]
i got feins wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
i got keys wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
thugs wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
[?] pistol whipped, i got guns wit’ me (brrah)
i might get yo head knocked by my lil n-gga (bah)
my b-tch from the burbs, i’m a hood n-gga (gang)
ion care if that’s yo mans, he ain’t good wit’ me (what?)
white b-tch do it cra-
if it ain’t- if it ain’t- if it ain’t bout no money n-gga ion deal wit’ it (huh?)
if it ain’t bout no money, closed ears n-gga (shhh)
this [?] you lil small ass guy
n-ggas hoes ain’t cut, had to cut all [?]
pick a mothaf-ckin’ side [?]
[hook]

count money all day, i ain’t neva gettin tired (brrr)
count money all day, neva-neva gettin tired (brrr)
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the-
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the-
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the strap
ion speak on dead n-ggas but f-ck you’re a jack
i’m good in every hood, cause i’m slatt
ain’t no rapper n-gga, i’m a maniac [?]

[verse 3]

[?] had a white tee on, it’s vlone
and i still [?] that ho
spent rent on [?]
i got 99 problems n-gga, never been a ho
i got 99 .223s left in my [?]
p-ssy n-gga hoes when they be alone (what?)
p-ssy n-gga hoes when they be alone
p-p-p-p-ssy n-gga hoes when they be alone (what?)
why you n-ggas hatin’, what’s really on?
your n-gga talkin’ brazy, what the f-ck he on?
just a lame ass n-gga in a tombstone
what the f-ck i look like beefin’ wit’ a bunch of tw-ts? (huh?)
ain’t sh-t but a scummy b-tch, he a mess ([?])
i pull up in the benz, the latest one
get up off your ass, you lil lazy bum

- luci4

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