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letra de plugged in - mazza l20

[part i]

[intro: mazza l20]
what we drinking? it’s f28 baby
what’d you mean you’re putting bullets in your strap?
i’ll put suttin’ in the clip and let it squeeze, pull it back, let it clap
(lee, you so crazy)

[verse: mazza l20]
i’m from a city, mizzy night was like the purge
he tried to run me over til’ i caught him slippin’ with his bird
he got shot and still survived, that’s a gift and a curse
factor fifty for that twelve gauge, third degree burns
every night like halloween, don’t be making wrong turns
turn you to a scary movie if you’re with the wrong firm
grew up with the lifer’s bro, we got long terms
i’ve met the realest of kids bro, they don’t belong there
don’t judgе a book by it’s cover, why? i’ve got long hair
i’ll get your boy to sеt you up and light you up, it’s not fair
i’m still with the savages, we’ll rob your moncler
and take the shoes off your feet and all the watches that you wear
so don’t be actin’ like it’s optional to work
leave them in the hospital cause’ if i don’t they won’t learn
and what’d you mean you’re putting bullets in your strap
i’ll put suttin’ in the clip and let it squeeze, pull it back, let it clap
they’ve been f-ckin’ with the flow because it slaps, f-ck the rats
you can go and ask your bro, he got attacked
and if it wasn’t me then i probably got him slashed
i’m like zorro in a mask, hear it bang, see the flash
they’re like ”mazza done a mazza, now he’s back again”
plugged in with fumez, f-ck the rats, i had to slap at them
free flock, he’s in the wock, he’s gotta serve a wreck
he calls himself the realest but i don’t believe a word he says
ask him where he’s from, he’s not a scouser, he’s from birkenhead
don’t be tryna tell me bout’ no bootings if he’s nearly dead
do it on surron’s but when we done it, we was burnin’ peds
gangster’s on the net but in the flesh they’re a nervous wreck
my boy just got released and copped a spinner, i know where it’s kept
i’m praying that they slip, i watch the news, who’s gettin’ —- next
who’s gettin’ —- next
[part ii]

[intro: mazza l20]
what we drinking? it’s f28 baby
plugged in with fumez, tell the opps to stick to the tunes

[verse: mazza l20]
when —- got slashed, got more than a plaster
they said i’m a cheeky b-st-rd
—- got slapped with the star like patrick
—- got shot in the chest and backflipped
me and two done three, one hattrick
jumped in deep, no time for the practice
i was out with the bull, no mastiff
aim for the head, tryna leave man hatless
i used to keep my gun in a mattress
sixteen got nicked on daftness
now i’ve got links all over the atlas
i can tell you bout’ hunger pains cause’ i know about sadness
every man for themselves like hunger games, catch fire like katniss
so i’m stayin’ on point like a cactus
them man actors, us man active
they get blasted, we get captured
jay got shot with the .4, fantastic
got sweets but they’re not tangfastics
left —- with a john, no baptist
then he went and smoked himself the spastic
i got the blame, okay, i’m magic
can’t name one gang that lasted
you can’t name one man that’s active
—- ran away with a shotty and flapped it
i’m just tryna get bands, no gastric
so i can say ”bro, we smashed it”
come a long way with a pack, tryna ration it
high-risk pad, no wrap when i’m passin’ it
don’t get it twisted, still not havin’ it, far from average
that straps got t–th like a xl bully
top boy sh-t, i’m like who k!lled sully?
when he got shot, i found it funny
i patterned a wock of the slime to the fully
i come from nothin’, i’ve never had money
yo i’m from the home of the beatles
they shoot houses, we shoot people
not a [?], we crash and splash it
i love smoke, i’m a addict
metal on me like i’m a mechanic
the thing kick back when i clap it
d-mn it, now i’ve gotta burn this jacket
sack it, pass it, grab it and slap it
like why you gotta be so graphic
this is the life we live, the life we lives’ erratic
still got beef what’d you know bout’ static?
i had my man bleedin’ cladded
i seen him panic, i smoke rats like weed in packets
so don’t get seen in traffic
we pull up on a jiddy, get giddy
them dusty nine milly
and trust me, left that strap in a bush, went rusty
shush on the woosh, it’s screamin’ woopty
liverpool city, surron’s and crossers
110’s and hugo bosses
we play real life cops and robbers
we shoot at oppers and run from the coppers
what’s good my brudda, what’s poppin’?
i’m on a lifetime firearm ban, can’t even touch no party poppers
years on the wing with the signal jammers and signal blockers
i treat this high-risk cell like a office
[outro]
f-ck all the rats
(fumez the engineer)

- mazza l20

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