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letra de politicking - m.i.s. ron

[intro]
i don’t know why they chat, these n-ggas be politickin’, six shots leave his body froze
we be f-ckin’ up checks, the bread on the table, i swear that sh-t look like a pile of clothes
can’t n0body say nothin’, my n-ggas been through the most
he got clapped ’cause he wrote a post
bullets fly through that cleezy, invest in a better coat
got a gun but you never tote

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m a g, like polo, i did this sh-t on my solo and that b-tch a thot
she go up and down, like a yo-yo, throwin’ bullets, tony run when that n-gga got shot
’cause he wanna be in them photos, spinnin’ my block is a no-no, you better not move hot
tear up his back, no h0m-, and dissin’ you would be a promo so i’d rather not
you ain’t never shoot no gun, you ain’t never spin no block, n-gga, stop all the cap
you ain’t never lose no body, y’all lil’ n-ggas wasn’t outside when y’all mans got wacked
n-ggas be gettin’ me tight spinnin’ my block tryna fight with those lil’ ass knives
my n-ggas really got pipes, we really make movies, like spike
we really got straps, like a dyk-
if he ain’t g, he a target, i’m with my n-ggas regardless, i hop out and spark it
got what you need, like a market, this glizzy all black, like chocolate
my n-ggas heartless
n-ggas don’t spin, they be bluffin’
hand on your hip, holdin’ nothin’, n-ggas be frontin’
carved that boy head, like a pumpkin
shots out the v got ’em duckin’, we not for nothin’
these n-ggas really be cap but the shooters gon’ flock out the passenger, this sh-t ain’t addin’ up
y’all n-ggas really don’t tote
it ain’t on no gun in that coat, n-gga, stop all the cap
shots from his head to his toes, like michael vick when i throw, then he collapse
whoever try to get close gon’ feel these hollow tips the most, you know i can’t lack
m.i.s always the topic, y’all n-ggas be on some cop sh-t, y’all need to stop it
get out the way, like i’m moppin’
wet that boy up, like a garden, shootin’ like harden
i really make it look easy, i had to show ’em i’m greedy and n-ggas ain’t feed me
free put that boy in a tv, he started dissin’ my gds, them bullets is 3d
most of my oppas is mad so bullets like rockets, they blast off, shoot then i pass off
shots to his head like a pass ball, m.i.s ron who they ask for, get clapped like a backboard
[outro]
grrt, bow
grrt, bow
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
grrt, grrt, bow, bow, bow, boom
bow, boom

- m i s ron

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