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letra de panic mode - mgm lett

[intro]
stg (stg) (stg)

[chorus]
it’sa.. war up in my city
yhea we got this b-tch on panic mode
can’t get caught up in the dm, i write all my hoes on vanish mode
b-tch don’t speak no english, i been shootin’ my shot at spanish hoes
i helped a n-gga ran it up, he ran nd’ told

[verse 1]
it don’t even matter the location, get that b-tch there
if them n-ggas ain’t makin’ no paper? i don’t fit there
got the streets up in a choke hold, i won’t let em get air’d
n-gga did all of that time and dropped a dime
man that sh-t rare
tell them b-tches i ain’t scared
on my head, i got a bounty
heard they pulled my partner k!ller up the first day in the county
bl–dy tears on this money? either way i’m still gon’ count it
you wasn’t active in the streets for real, you just grew up around it
i swear these streets done took my heart away, turned me into a monster
i better not see them in that car today, shots all through the bumper
i see red like a bull, like i pull like a [?]
all these losses that a n-gga took, taught me how to conquer
[bridge]
they k!llin’ my little man
i’m about to be on some real murder sh-t man
i’m tell you man, any n-gga that ever looked at me wrong
or ever said any jealous bullsh-t about me, is f-ckin’ dead

[verse 2]
[?] brothers, almost in the same month
in a stolo with them cutters, different day; they same hunt
n-gga flexin’ with a fifty, that my real [?]
[?] tell the opps “they need a deal”, i ain’t playin’
all that d-ck suckin’, these people keep my name up in their throat
we ain’t gon’ never gon’ get back even, we keep chainin’ the scope
ain’t met a b-tch that i’ll spare, cause they came nd’ they go
tell my one that i don’t wear, my nuts hang to the floor
i ain’t done yet
act like he so active in this beef, ain’t shot his gun yet
get a n-gga hit up with my feet up, i’m beyond that
all i ever wanted was the money, yhea yhea

[outro]
don’t talk on phones nd’ sh-t
police listenin’, tryina catch you; flyin’ drones nd’ sh-t
yhea
don’t talk on phones nd’ sh-t
feds listenin’, takin’ pictures; flyin’ drones nd’ sh-t

- mgm lett

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