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letra de brand new bazooka - mar$hall (dbg)

[intro]
yeah, b-tch
ridin’ ’round town with a brand new bazooka, hold on
finna f-ck this sh-t up
finna blow that b-tch up, you hear me?
yeah, huh, yeah, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m smokin’ on cu$tum, not smokin’ on tooka (for real)
ridin’ ’round town with a brand new bazooka (godd-mn)
he keep talkin’ sh-t, p-ssy boy i’ll shoot ya (bah-bah-bah)
4 or 5 shots comin’ out this ruger (for real)
yeah, they think that i’m cappin’, i’m not (i’m cappin’)
blow that boy sh-t out and watch that boy rot (for real)
i’ll up it on anyone, you must’ve forgot (boom-bah-bah-bah)
and that’s why that p-ssy ass boy got shot

[verse 1]
i’m dippin’, i’m dodgin’, and swervin’ the cops (for real)
i’m still screamin’ “f-ck ’em”, i ride with my chop (ooh)
last boy that tried got his head took off (bah-bah)
and i’m still gettin’ fat ass checks, big boss, yeah (big boss)
i always get dubs, i don’t care who lost (for real)
see me in person, my diamonds on frost (they on frost)
i don’t really care if they like me or not (i don’t give a sh-t)
i sneak diss but i don’t get no response (why’s that mar$hall?)
hold on, hold on, hold on
’cause all of my opps on dead (bah-bah-bah)
f-ck that boy, i lay him right in his bed (for real)
come to his funeral, spit on his head (godd-mn)
i’m too raw, everyone around me scared (ooh)
you say that it’s war, we already prepared (for real)
whenever we ride no one gets spared (bah)
but mar$hall a menace, you know he don’t care (uh-huh)
[chorus]
i’m smokin’ on cu$tum, not smokin’ on tooka
ridin’ ’round town with a brand new bazooka (godd-mn)
he keep talkin’ sh-t, p-ssy boy i’ll shoot ya (bah-bah-bah-bah)
4 or 5 shots comin’ out this ruger, yeah (yeah)
they think that i’m cappin’, i’m not (huh)
blow that boy sh-t out and watch that boy rot (yeah)
i’ll up it on anyone, you must’ve forgot
and that’s why that p-ssy ass boy got shot (ha)

[verse 2]
ridin’ ’round town with my brand new bazooka
man, i f-ck that b-tch and then pass her to luca, hm (pass that b-tch)
you keep cuttin’ up, i’ll shoot ya
these bullets be hot, boy, they went right through ya, hm (right through you)
foreign cars, b-tch, i be zoomin’
sticks in the room, boy, i get straight to boomin’, huh (bo-bo-bo-boom)
12x dot get to zoomin’
i blow, i ain’t miss, so you know i love shootin’, huh (uh-huh)
yeah, b-tch, so i stay piped up
take a look at my wrist, boy, stay iced up (it’s iced up, b-tch)
yeah, b-tch, new opp, light up
he testin’ my cutter, he got sliced up (his head sliced)
yeah, b-tch, body bag, wrap up
cleanin’ your block, so you best pack up (pack up)
yeah, b-tch, want smoke, step up
choppa spray 50 rounds, now his face f-cked up (h-ll yeah)
[chorus]
i’m smokin’ on cu$tum, not smokin’ on tooka (huh?)
ridin’ ’round town with a brand new bazooka (boom-boom)
he keep talkin’ sh-t, p-ssy boy i’ll shoot ya (yeah)
4 or 5 shots comin’ out this ruger (ha)
yeah, they think that i’m cappin’, i’m not (huh?)
blow that boy sh-t out and watch that boy rot (yeah)
i’ll up it on anyone, you must’ve forgot (hold on)
and that’s why that p-ssy ass boy got shot

[outro]
rich gang sh-t
posted up, dbg, gang, b-tch
yeah, hold on, gang sh-t
posted up, dbg, gang, b-tch, yeah
stop playin’ with us
hoe ass b-tches
gang

- marhall dbg

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