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letra de creepa (lyrics) - maskdownmar

creepin, get up close on all the opps. hit em through his hood bro his whole sh-t rocked. catch him wasn’t day loofin comin out the spot. he was dissin gzzly then he got his sh-t rocked

take the card out that alley next door. take his pistol he ain’t even gettin back for it. pick a block and drop em one by one like connect 4. i ain’t even tryna f-ck i really want the neck more. you can’t hide, duck or run from that sh-t cause you be wit em, i can’t tell you i ain’t tryin i can’t stop but im a hitta, hit his block and drop whoever on that block for talkin vicious. i ain’t f-ckin wit it cuz im boutta drop when he suspicious. we hit n-ggas blocks wit glocks and we do what wе want. lil bro said he seen us put that n-gga in the trunk. goose glock 19 wit a turkеy b-tt, he was hard as sh-t and hit, he felt that sh-t and tried to run. okay, the opps can’t lie and tell ya i ain’t on that. bro he dead as sh-t he can’t get the ball back. tried to put a bullet where a n-gga skull at. ya be wit em and i told ya n-ggas crazy he a rat. we got rackz, we got packz, we got gas, we got b-tches. skizzy on, i see a opp im hoppin out to get em. caught that n-gga in the store he tried to leave he was b-tchin. ask them n-ggas if i come through there and they all started dippin. okay, ask them if i come through there and let off 4 shots. ask them if they got back for that n-gga in a box. ask them how many in the room got glocks. n-ggas [?] they little b-tches hype ascr sh-t to get a drop. we still slidin, sh-t had been a little minute ago. we still ridin, boy we’ll get you right on my life bring him a slight. we ain’t got no time but we gon do this sh-t tonight, and do it right (uh)

okay, step in the streets im knee deep, he try to run and got hawked. he ain’t gettin way from me , leave his body traced in white chalk for talkin on bri. n-ggas sayin get back for that sh-t that happend near tha tree. okay, had his b-tch d-ckin her, she can’t even take d-ck. talkin out his lips crazy, now he can’t say sh-t. what the f-ck he pullin out the bag?, its a drac b-tch. dont try to be cool wit us cause brodie like to take sh-t. he was tryna pull it out, then he got bent wit it. he just brought a pound in his bag he was tryna play wit it. she ain’t eat the d-ck its cool, she ain’t know her friend did it. i know he was doin full bro that n-gga been b-tchin

- lyrics maskdownmar

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