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letra de in da street - madmarcc

[intro]
all that poppin’ sh-t on live, don’t end up dead (yeah)
them n-ggas ain’t shot sh-t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said
yeah (rookie-ass n-gga)

[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh-t on live, don’t end up dead (p-ssy)
them n-ggas ain’t shot sh-t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (dead)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (yeah)
b-tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed)
i’m like why the f-ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ’posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street”
tried to count me out, that sh-t ain’t work, f-ck up the industry
almost caught some feelings for a b-tch, the f-ck got into me?

[verse 1]
p-ssy-ass n-ggas out hеre rippin’ posts and chasin’ clout (p-ssy)
b-tch, we be on 1220 gun club, tеll ’em take the route (pull up)
n-ggas out here cappin’ like they steppin’, put your weapon down
i know they ain’t talkin’ ’bout smoke, these n-ggas broke, they better settle down (f-ck, turn me up, yeah)
when sh-t up, no comin’ down (f-ck ’em)
p-ssy-ass n-ggas out here makin’ posts, ain’t heard a sound
ain’t droppin’ shots, should be ashamed, treat ’em like a child (turn me up)
promise sh-t get deeper on this end, f-ck around and drown
[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh-t on live, don’t end up dead (p-ssy)
them n-ggas ain’t shot sh-t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (p-ssy)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (long live lil v)
b-tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed, turn me up)
i’m like why the f-ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ‘posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street” (f-ck that)
tried to count me out, that sh-t ain’t work, f-ck up the industry (m-a-d)
almost caught some feelings for a b-tch, the f-ck got into me? (f-ck got into me? turn me up)

[verse 2]
hey, go to jail, become a rat (m-a-d)
get released, become a pack (p-ssy)
the f-ck is bein’ fired? b-tch, we step on sh-t, free boys in black
one-v-one, let’s set the match (turn me up)
n-gga should’ve checked the stats (f-ck you)
you only on that block inside your pictures, n-gga, stop the cap (we steppin’ on sh-t)
vvss drippin’ on my clothes (yup)
n-ggas act like b-tches, they gon’ fall in line like dominos
we was in them trenches with them glizzies, d-mn near upped the score (yeah)
goofy put a promag in his bl!ck, he d-mn near lost his soul

[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh-t on live, don’t end up dead (p-ssy)
them n-ggas ain’t shot sh-t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (p-ssy)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (yeah)
b-tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed)
i’m like why the f-ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ‘posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street” (turn me up)
tried to count me out, that sh-t ain’t work, f-ck up the industry (turn me up)
almost caught some feelings for a b-tch, the f-ck got into me? (f-ck got into me?)

- madmarcc

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