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letra de outro - marshallrapper

[intro]
huff47

[chorus]
i got opps, you know that i drop
catch his ass lackin’, i’ll pull up and off him
i will not stop ’till his ass in a coffin
cu$tum all in my lungs, got me coughin’
you know that i’m ’bout it
they tried to swim in my drip, but they drownin’
just bought a new draco, i like how it soundin’
whole gang of hyenas man, who let the hounds in? (who?)

[verse]
cause b-tch i be posted up
red fanta inside of my cup (on gang)
b-tch i got cu$tum inside of my blunt
and his ass will be next if he struttin’ his stuff (on gang)
mans tryna sound like he tough
i know that he not so he better shut up (b-tch)
narcotics in me, sh-t i’m gettin’ f-cked up
shot him in the core like he doin’ situps (on gang)
cause i’m a bag getter, block wetter (on gang)
everything you doin’ now, sh-t you know i do it better (on gang)
bullets rainin’ on your block, sh-t you bettеr get a sweater (on gang)
chеated on my girl, didn’t mean to upset her (gang, gang, gang, gang)
wait, but sh-t he f-cked up
ran up on me and you know he b-tched up (on gang)
mopin’ your block hold on, b-tch i be sweepin’ it up (b-tch)
just speak down on gang, what?
man that’s gonna take some big nuts (on gang)
mans made a whole diss track, boy he doin’ too much (b-tch)
we got some glocks and beams in this b-tch (on gang)
he want some pressure, we hit the lil b-tch (uh-huh)
freaky lil hoe, man i sh-t on that b-tch (ew)
imma ride for my team, no switch
i need to drop somethin’, i’m gettin’ the itch
ran through your block like marshawn lynch
hold on, hold on, yeah, yeah, yeah
and you can catch 2 when i see you, hold on
p-ssy boy i wouldn’t wanna be you (on gang)
run up on me b-tch, i’m blowin’ my heat fool (on gang)
you ain’t really ’bout it, i know you
opp pack be smellin’ like poo poo
yeah it be smellin’ like sh-t (yeah)
run up on me, you get popped like a zit and that’s it, b-tch (yeah)
but you know i tote big clips, get opps zipped
curvy lil b-tch got thick hips, i’m finna give d-ck
keep talkin’ but you ain’t ’bout that sh-t, so stop talkin’, b-tch
we known to catch opps walkin’, b-tch
then we off ’em, b-tch (yeah we off ’em)
and it’s f-ck the cops b-tch, they ain’t stoppin’ sh-t (f-ck the cops)
and it’s f-ck the cops b-tch, they ain’t stoppin’ sh-t (f-ck the cops)
free youngboy free top, b-tch (free yb)
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[chorus]
catch his ass lackin’, i’ll pull up and off him
i will not stop ’till his ass in a coffin
cu$tum all in my lungs, got me coughin’
you know that i’m ’bout it
they tried to swim in my drip, but they drownin’
just bought a new draco, i like how it soundin’
whole gang of hyenas man, who let the hounds in? (who, b-tch, yeah)

- marshallrapper

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