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letra de sniper - m16ix

yeah
aye
aye, yuh
aye
yuh

(16 go crazy)

[verse 1]
they keep tryna reach, that’s a foul (that’s a foul)
you gon’ have to take a different route (a different route)

whip it out, yo’ b-tch like “holy cow”
if he gettin’ outta order, sort ’em out (i sort em out)
yeah, these diamonds, b-tch, they whiter than the south (than the south?)
had too ex’s, like i cannot count (i cannot count)

jack a opp for his car, i don’t joust (no, i don’t joust)
glock 17, i put it in her mouth (in her mouth)
yeah, i like her booty, boy, that sh-t round (that sh-t round)
i’m a big dog, b-tch, i’m a hound (you a what?)

when i put it in, i’m rippin’ up her guts (aye, yuh)
want me in this b-tch, i came with h-lla guns (aye, yuh)
she petite, hope my d-ck will not get stuck (aye, yuh)
can’t put fear in me, ’cause i don’t give a f-ck (aye, yuh)
i don’t do the talkin’, i just get to squeezin’ and clappin’, he did a performance (aye)
they know that i’m ready, he gettin’ put in the sky, i get high like air jordan (aye)
i got the motor on me, glock 25, lil b-tch that’s a quarter (aye)
he saw i was taking his b-tch to my crib, so he gon’ cry in the corner

i’m coming in with the heat, she cummin’ all in the sheets
i f-cked up her mental
talkin’ down, you get beat, always suffer defeat, but do not belittle
big bang like vegeta, no tekken but i’m clutchin’ that nina
while i be sniffin’ on anna, i know like all of the answers

i’m in black and white like a panda, i’m hoping your mother get cancer
i got the mop like janitor, cuttin’ sh-t out like an editor
he be on computers, he redditor, got a white b-tch like meghan durst
oh that was yo’ b-tch? ha ha, i just might have to leverage her

he got t–th like he kevin hart, till up in a blunt and get sparked
i make him stop like he gettin’ parked, you was always a b-tch and you steady barkin’
all of you b-tches some targets, i leave a mark like a sharpie
when i’m comin’ in, it’s humid, play my tracks, b-tch, that’s arson

(here’s some advice: next time, shoot first)

[verse 2]
homie better think twice ’bout tryna run up on me
i’m careless and i got guns, he still f-ckin’ with me
got the whole trap on lock, yeah we hop in the jeep
and i got love for my dogs, even they gotta eat
i keep my down, b-tch, i am always discreet
f-ck people, but if you talkin’ sh-t, we gotta meet
and i got your b-tch with me, that is somethin’ i’m gonna keep
got the drop on your spot, in the night i’mma creep

i’m a debauchee, i’m a real pervert
cause when i’m with ya’ b-tch, i’m always lookin’ up her skirt
in the whip i make that ass thump, hope she will not squirt
i’m chokin’ her while it’s missionary, she said it do not hurt

got a lot of issues, got a few screws loose
loose like a p-ssy, i’m in the back like caboose
i ain’t really into fat b-tches, they obtuse
white b-tch p-ssy pink, but with me, that sh-t blue

i’m all about the benji’s, if you not and you talkin’ to me
i don’t understand, like yo’ speech might be jammed
finna blow like pakistan, these rappers in the trashcan
i’mma hit em the (fah!) then i go and- (grrrrt, beah!)

and yo’ b-tch gettin’ rammed, she gon chatter like a clam
like f-ck my past memories, i need alprazolam
and it’s big one six, b-tch you know what i am (yea)

- m16ix

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