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letra de exposin me (extended) - memo600

[intro: memo600 & king von]
steve drive
stretch gang
steve drive
stretch gang

[verse 1: king von]
von
ain’t got no hoes with me
i be quick to run up, let it pop, that’s just the o’ in me
rest in peace to silk from ada park, that was the older me
goofy got shot right up in his top, his brother told on me
couldn’t get a bond, i sat it out, they put that hold on me
45, xds, 50 shot, glizzies, peace treaty, b-tch please
you know i grew up on that violence, doa turn up them sirens
i be thirsty on his -ss from cicero to stoney island
’cause von get on your -ss and you with them birds
your preacher all in church, reading off proverbs
and folks ‘nem mad at me, i put in too much work
they say “ay von sit back” ’cause getbackgang they got my back
but i’m still strapped, can’t got like that
i’m still a k!ller before the rap
i swear i k!lled her, broke her back
your homie died, i’m smoking that
i’m tired of smelling tooka and lil marc and i’m tired of scr-pp
i’m thinking about creating a new pack
aye dq, who is that?

[chorus: memo600]
ain’t no exposing me
i be in them trenches, where a n-gga say he ‘posed to be (dummy)
foe ‘nem wet a n-gga -ss up, he can’t get close to me
fye a n-gga -ss up, he gon’ need surgery
ambulance get his -ss up, he sold his soul to me
he a hoe, he a b-tch
he a rat, he a snitch
i’m six o, i won’t switch
i got 50 shots in this glizzy and i promise i won’t miss
before i let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her sh-t

[verse 2: memo600]
it’s gon’ be a murder
smokin’ scr-pp and i got my strap
long live burger
tough as h-ll on the ‘net, but on their block, unheard of
pour a four of poppie juice, what’s that? that’s that syrup
lil dee in the kitchen with them pots, he gon’ stir up
12 get up on this b-tch, it’s that, we gon’ “skrt – skrt!”
long live headshot hec don’t disrespect, your face on a shirt
off that zeko, tooka, and that fatz, we gon’ put in work
sneaky talking, sayin’ this and that, just gon’ get ’em murked
you don’t want them sh-lls from that mac
chase a n-gga down, like ricky, shoot your back
we shoot up your kickback, then it’s back to the ‘met
i’ma die for my set, d block where it’s at

[verse 3: memo600]
it’s a hit, pull up with them blicks, check him off the list
shoot ya face, jalapeños eat ’em, you won’t see my fists
feed his body, mixin’ tooka with that brick up in the lobby (tooka) (jermaine)
they new to this, we true to this, we ridin’ with them ruger sticks
bust your medulla, b-tch, leave him on the curb
’cause he was snoozing, b-tch, foe gave us the word
we come through scoomin’ sh-t, n-gga, move around!
you don’t know who you with
come and see what’s to me, but since you be -ssuming sh-t
tooka man and terry barry got me on the moon and sh-t (tooka? tb)
put the six right on my back
can’t lack ’cause we done been through some sh-t
can’t hang around 600, o’block, goofy, go and do some sh-t
go shoot at the opps!

- memo600

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