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letra de compromise. - mak 10

peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers yuh
hittin his b-tch on her dresser, shootin his oppas up with a suppressor yuh
talkin bout rhymes he proffesor, talk about b-tches he f-cked just for pleasure
spittin this fire its just for that lesiure, so much heat remind me of nether
you
two
hittin up rendevouz
steppin up i pull wit crew
cover that smell up u needing perfume, you
talkin with shit attitude
pull up on me ill bring out the kung fu
like cordae ill do what i do
roasting u up so much u bbq

im just spittin n rippin my illest visions yuh
like tobij-zzle, you sizzle, your skin so brittle yuh
i shoot a missle, you cripple, while i just giggle yuh
her booty jiggle, and wiggle, i hit that triple yuh
i hit that triple, with pistol, this fight was civil yuh
rainbow like, skittles i nibble and i just wait what
sooooo
lets make that compromise
no choice thats what i advise
why did i ask, uh, yea i decide
im asking why u suprised
stop sittin behind that disguise
thats the shit i f-ckn despise

pull the trigger, with finger
on all u n-gg-s, im bigger
glow like rich chigga, a winner
i f-ck my livers with liquor

i am not much of a singer, a gold digger
a swimmer, or cold dinner, despisin the cold winters
not much of a bold sprinter, spit fax out ye no printer
no shawty would roll wit her, a forty i hold to ya
got big wood give yoo splinter, blood cold im, a cold k!ller
raps cold im becoming realer, end of the day im the winner

- mak 10

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