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letra de my shit - mc org

(chorus)
you run up me, gun you down with this tooly, i live my life like a movie your b-tch she still be my groupie, hop in her crib with a magnum, not talkin gun it’s a condom all these hoes be my fandom, air forces please do not crease them bank account it be increasing, but they do not wanna see it (ay)

(verse 1)
money getting longer feeling like uzi, your b-tch is ugly she look like a susie my b-tch is bad like we shootin a movie got my hoe wet like we up in jacuzzi, think we chill?, must be nuts like some plantеrs, don’t with that lip you could learn you some manners, catch him in thе drop top, hit him with the jfk (what?), no we do not play (nope), i be on my grind like a mo f-ckin skateboard, and i got that good like a mo f-ckin druglord (slatt) goin 99 in a mo f-ckin sports car (yes), press up on me thinking that you funny, funny how this chopper make him hop like a bunny, finish on her face say my kids taste like honey, always bluefaced stay getting this money, say she on her period guess it’s getting bl–dy (ew) suck me off good yeah only on one knee, always love it how the feds try to catch me, i got the digits syllables, i’ve always been preaching this finna get biblical (preach), he say my raps was typical, 40. hit his head make his face look pitiful, look he escaped, i guess it’s a miracle, wall bang his crib, you made this one difficult

(verse 2)
you think you got me? i’m coming back to life like i’m making the thriller, can’t feel a thing when i’m on these pain k!llers, hit him with the glizzy call me johnny sins (p-rn) y’all are both broke i could call you twins, she open up her legs i’m jumpin in, yeah i’m flying cross country for the one time, having a good time sipin this red wine in this fine dine. i could care less if you get mad, claim that you red then you finna be dead, i got this 8x aiming at his head, smoking on this good sh-t, eyes blood shot red, you already know your next move read, i’m all in his head, light up your block like the 4th of july, she left my crib with a creampie (yes)

(ayo keep that sh-t going)

(outro)
money getting longer feeling like uzi, your b-tch is ugly she look like a susie my b-tch is bad like we shootin a movie got my hoe wet like we up in jacuzzi, think we chill?, must be nuts like some planters, don’t with that lip you could learn you some manners, catch him in the drop top, hit him with the jfk (what?), no we do not play (nope), i be on my grind like a mo f-ckin skate board, and i got that-

- mc org

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