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letra de real racks 3 - marrgielaa

[intro]
aye man, i know all y’all n-ggas be talkin’ but like (yuh)
bruh, y’all n-ggas ain’t gon’ do sh-t, and that’s on god (p-ssy ass n-gga)
b-tch, yuh
all y’all p-ssy as f-ck (maajins, what the f-ck goin’ on)

[verse 1]
b-tch, i been up countin’ bands
kick in yo’ trap and i shoot yo’ mans
sticked up, told him put up his hands
i seen yo’ mans, n-gga, then he ran
i’m off a perc and i’m off a xan
i f-ck yo’ b-tch, n-gga, she a fan
i hit a jugg, n-gga, for the band
new pack in and it’s contraband
i go to war like afghanistan
run in yo’ home, run into yo’ land
k!ll him and put his body in the sand
pull up on deep, n-gga, in the van
b-tch, i’m so high, n-gga, i can’t land
i get so high when i’m off the xans
i get so high when i’m off the coke
n-ggas be down bad and they broke (now it’s sad, cause like now all y’all n-ggas f-ckin’ broke, like)
broke ass n-ggas

[verse 2]
stop cappin’, boy, you don’t got racks
stick on me, and it make him get back
run up on me, i turn you to a pack
glock on my side, no i never lack
f-ck yo’ b-tch and you won’t get her back
what’s at yo’ head? n-gga, it’s a rack
call up the troops and they gon’ attack
p-p-pull up and and i shoot up the stack
kankan that b-tch cause she is a gnat
talk all that talk, man, i know he a rat
i’m wit’ my slimes, n-gga, i’m wit my slatt
shoutout maajins, that’s my day one bro
n-gga mad i took his day one hoe
get the pack, move that sh-t on the low
get racks, put that sh-t on yo dome
sticked up when i run in yo’ home
i’m in the trap and i can’t pick up the telephone
i’m off the lean, n-gga, f-ck an edible
i’m in the lab, n-gga, mix the chemicals
n-ggas be hoes, n-ggas be so federal
i get the green, n-gga, like a vegetable
i kick in yo’ trap and this sh-t gettin’ tragic
yo run up on me, leave yo’ ass in the casket
hit a n-gga, chop him up with a ratchet
this ain’t a movie but i want the action
i’m sippin’ drank, n-gga, it’s relaxing
you want a feat, n-gga, well i’m taxing
gg./void but it ain’t no packing
i’m in the trap and i got the pack in
i’m in the trap and i got the racks in
whip out the stick cause i heard that he flaggin’
if i want him dead, i’ma make it happen
come to yo’ block, and i caught yo lackin’
come to your block and i gunned you down
shoot up his trap, n-gga, get down
when i was down, n-ggas weren’t around
but now they all wanna be cool cause i’m up now, b-tch (fake ass n-ggas)
i walked in with a gun
one shot hit a n-gga, now he done
if i see bullets, you know i’ma run
i got the block hotter than the sun
i move the weight, n-gga, move the ton (b-tch)

- marrgielaa

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