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letra de get that $hit / maxo 187 - maxo kream

part 1: get that $hit

[intro]
i think this is probably the first time this has been played on the air

[hook]
(yeah, f-ck all y’all friendly -ss n-ggas. it’s kream clicc gang, bang n-gga straight headshots you know how i rock n-gga, f-ck you don’t call my phone i friendly f-ck -ss n-gga)
we got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of memphis trill
chopper mags inside the whip
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t
keep the ratchet never slip, n-ggas faker than a b-tch
shoot his momma and his b-tch
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t
real n-gga never switch, ’bout my money f-ck a b-tch
vice lords, folks with bloods and crips
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t
all these b-tches on my d-ck, i don’t love em’ give em’ sh-t
she gon’ f-ck and suck the clique
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t

[verse 1]
we got toasters in the whip, i got fiends at the door
i be trapping like a b-tch, i got workers by the store
they be packing thirty clips, choppa’ toting let it blow
never talk around a b-tch, messy ho’s will get you smoked
i don’t got no f-cking friends, just my choppa’ and my scope
heard a n-gga got plex well b-tch what’s cracking let me know
kidnap your baby momma then we pistol whip that hoe
do you like benihana’s? you’ll get served in front of that hoe
there ain’t no game when the mac go bang
rob dice game and crack cocaine
set a n-gga up, then go hit the stain
11 tre 7 that’s kream clicc gang
tecs and mac-11 they’ll split your brain
f-ck mayfield we ain’t deuce 5 gang
fifty shot tec i don’t need no aim
major pain, hollows split your dame

[hook]
we got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of memphis trill
chopper mags inside the whip
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t
eat the ratchet never slip, n-ggas faker than a b-tch
shoot his momma and his b-tch
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t
real n-gga never switch, ’bout my money f-ck a b-tch
vice lords, folks with bloods and crips
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t
all these b-tches on my d-ck, i don’t love em’ give em’ sh-t
she gon’ f-ck and suck the clique
don’t know how you can’t get that sh-t

[verse 2]
real street n-gga no hide and seek
camped outside like a jordan release
whole block wild, i don’t never go to sleep
f-ck n-gga mad ’cause the b-tch chose me
i don’t want the sl-t but she l1cked my meat
can’t no f-ck n-gga handle me
10800 free cvd
move packs through the air boomerang frisbee
gone off the molly and the tuss’ we wildin’
ruff with the tec, eject defiling
he ain’t moving bricks, f-ck n-gga be lying
ran in his trap, only had three ounces
left a n-gga dead by the duplex houses
you a ho n-gga wearing skirts and blouses
trap off vaco’s and ‘bandoned houses
jug all year, i ain’t taking no losses
i got b-tches in the trap, i got hookers by the store
call me if you need a sl-t, you know maxo jugging ho’s
f-ck n-gga sneak dissing, they be plotting on the low
frilly n-gga squashing beef, f-ck a truce we go to war, n-gga
(pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap
pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap)

yeah, f-ck y’all -ss n-gga, i ain’t buying none of that sh-t. don’t call me, don’t hit me tryna’ squash sh-t n-gga. when i see you, on sight n-gga. pistols toting n-gga pistols blowing n-gga. kream gang
(pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap
pistol in my lap, pistol, pistol in my lap)

part 2: maxo 187

[hook]
maxo 187 n-gga
bangers out, b-tch we shooting guns, do this sh-t for fun
air em’ out, lay em’ in the lungs, hope his people come
spray it out, bullets at your son, i am not the one
clear it out, this is kingdom come, the k!lling just begun
smoked out locced’ out, riding with the pistol grip
choked out, c0ked out, b-tch we shoot extended clips
if a n-gga don’t die, then we come back quick
on some crackhead sh-t, gotta stack bread quick
’cause we up in this b-tch like a d-ld-, ball like field goal
motherf-ck a jim crow, here we go

[verse 1]
look out the window, jeepers creepers
scope on choppers call em’ peepers
outliner, hit his grandmomma with the street sweeper
off the chain i bomb grenades and aim at [?]
no tiki barbers [?] peel his top back like quit lyin
minute makers bullets silent, mode and violence, starting riots
pimping b-tches, give em’ guidance
f-ck these b-tches run inside em’
home invasions, we be robbing, we be mobbing, bullets launching
n-ggas jogging, maxo gaddafi, maxo bin laden

[bridge]
since they shot my brother in the face, i’m on some other sh-t
i’ma make you suffer n-gga, k!ll your wifey and your kids
sh-lls in the baby crib, blood on the baby bib
put your brains in your lap, you lost your mind well there it is
(ha ha ha, f-ck -ss n-gga)

[verse 2]
catch em’ on the block, ooh k!ll em’ like terio
flame his -ss up cremate em’, no funeral
i’m a slam dunk b-tch n-gga you a finger roll
shooters in the trap and they all on payroll
n-ggas try to imitate, chopper bullets penetrate
marijuana mary jane, swisha grape elevate
money talk communicate, robberies i aggravate
st-tch you with -ss-ssinate never time to get away
sip a lot of lean so it’s purple when i urinate
serve a lot of fiends saw up and down the interstate
move a lot of weight so the plug give me extra faith
know my money’s straight i’ll see you in a couple days
h-lla’ play it cool ’cause the plug ain’t safe
follow him home yeah we know where he stay
f-ck that n-gga he taxing anyway
clean out the safe then hit him with the k

- maxo kream

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