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letra de testin me - mar$hall (dbg)

[intro]
i bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
hey lilkdubb

[chorus: mar$hall]
like why is they testin’ me?
i keep me a strap, you see?
i got them .223’s, huh
i leave your ass deceased, yeah
like b-tch stop testin’ me
my homies, they blast for me, huh
why is the opps talkin’ that sh-t?
that sh-t is some blasphemy
like why is they testin’ me?
i keep me a strap, you see?
i got them .223’s, huh
i leave your ass deceased, yeah
like b-tch stop testin’ me
my homies, they blast for me, huh
why is the opps talkin’ that sh-t?
that sh-t is some blasphemy

[verse 1: mar$hall]
i let the hammer out, i’m bustin’
that’s the end of discussion, huh
keepin’ that k like i’m russian, huh
drums on the b-tch, percussion, yeah
flirt with that b-tch, she blushin’, huh
makin’ her squirt, she gushin’, huh
i keep these hoes by the dozen, huh
i don’t know which one i’m f-ckin’, huh
but i can’t be worried ’bout that
i got all my trust in the strap, yeah
test me and your brains will be splat, yeah
the choppa got no kickback, huh
sniper in this b-tch like kodak, huh
too high prio’ to lack, yeah
say i’m not ’bout it, you wack, yeah
i keep that strap in my pants
tryna send an opp to france
i be in the stu’ with lance
this b-tch just wanted a chance
told her “take off my underpants”
[chorus: mar$hall]
like why is they testin’ me?
i keep me a strap, you see?
i got them .223’s, huh
i leave your ass deceased, yeah
like b-tch stop testin’ me
my homies, they blast for me, huh
why is the opps talkin’ that sh-t?
that sh-t is some blasphemy
like why is they testin’ me?
i keep me a strap, you see?
i got them .223’s, huh
i leave your ass deceased, yeah
like b-tch stop testin’ me
my homies, they blast for me, huh
why is the opps talkin’ that sh-t?
that sh-t is some blasphemy

[verse 2: bomba]
yuh
dbg made of real k!llers, real drillers, real n-ggas
f-ck on hoes, then i k!ll her
choppa makin’ n-ggas dance like trillers
n-ggas hate on me, and b-tches hate on me
i’m a dog, and they on my ass like a flea
but you know i’m a v.i.p
n-ggas be some wannabes, but imma keep it low key
trappin’ out the four door
where the opps at, cause i don’t even know though
smokin’ on this pack and it got me afloat
yeah we talkin’ bout cu$tum
y’all know we don’t love him
his momma sayin’ f-ck him
we be sayin’ f-ck him
n-ggas rather die than be him
he not even sperm, he precum
we be trapin’, slangin’, dbg bangin’
opp slangin’, m-st-rbatin’
k!llin’, robbin’, [censored]
reppin’ n-ggas from the a
n-gga, no debate
7.62 takin’ off his face
[chorus: mar$hall]
like why is they testin’ me?
i keep me a strap, you see?
i got them .223’s, huh
i leave your ass deceased, yeah
like b-tch stop testin’ me
my homies, they blast for me, huh
why is the opps talkin’ that sh-t?
that sh-t is some blasphemy
like why is they testin’ me?
i keep me a strap, you see?
i got them .223’s, huh
i leave your ass deceased, yeah
like b-tch stop testin’ me
my homies, they blast for me, huh
why is the opps talkin’ that sh-t?
that sh-t is some blasphemy

- marhall dbg

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