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letra de #letter2myoppsfreestyle - massiimassio

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[intro: diablo the rockstar]
yeah, what
who? yeah, yeah
uhh

[verse: diablo the rockstar]
hop on the beat it get lethal
flow is so sick that you can’t even treat it
shawty said i love her?
i’m sorry for being misleading
shut up little b-tch and just suck on my p-n-s
thotty lil’ thotty i said they can keep it
i want ya hoe and she ate all my fetus
when she got done she got hit wit the sneakas
she got kicked
she got booted
not gonna lie she gotta big booty
they call me bob the way i keep tools
n-ggas like danny the way that they shoot
the way that they shoot
they all bound to lose
ninjas is fools
them n-ggas bafoons
diamonds like water they wet like a pool
n-ggas be hatin them n-ggas went poof
[verse: vakame]
boom
just went on a hah
cause n-ggas is bout’a get dangerous
and i’m ready for war like a black smith
and i’m already dead so i’m not scared to die
i make yo b-tch cry so say your goodbyes
pain, this is a stand off this is redemption
i am a demon, bringing off vengeance
bringing off violence i gotta beam
my gun is pans-xual my hands is bis-xual
i do not give a f-ck i will not cry for you
these are my n-ggas i am not in vloody
but they will get vloody if you try to touch me
favorite rapper kid cudi i’ll sing to yo b-tch
while giving her d-ck, (while giving her d-ck)
6 deep in that b-tch
she falling and sh-t
she falling in love and i’m not falling for it

[verse: shawty!]
don’t try to touch me
that hoe is too crusty
i’m breaking her back and i swear that b-tch musty
don’t try to test me got smith and wesson
i pop out the cut and i got lethal weapons
oh sh-t, boy you a b-tch
i want the top just give me them lips
she swallow my nuts, she swallow my kids
i pop me perky i take me a fl!ck
you n-ggas my sons no digital
suck on my d-ck like that sh-t her habitual
he talkin hot that boy in the dirt
f-ck with me n-gga you gonna get murked
you playin them games no you onna shirt
step on his head, i leave him for dead
i’m murderin n-ggas my shirt lookin red
i want the action
you n-ggas be actin
[verse: massiimassio]
i pop a perk and i merk him
i’mma leave a f-ckin dead body at the curb
n-ggas got nerve
bullets leaking out his shirt
finger f-ck the p-ssy d-ck her till it hurt
i know you know i’mma vloody n-gga
sendin shots to clique eatin’ big n-gga d-ck
n-gga say he want smoke he get popped in his lip
if he die the next day then it is what it is, (yeah)
flex onna n-gga like hilton
i prolly pop a n-gga then i k!ll him
i might rock with that glock i’mma leave him sh-ll shocked
n-gga, stomp on his face like a f-cking parade
if a n-gga play wit me we gone die today (yeah)

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