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letra de real certified $teppas - migogutta, $bf capo

(migogutta)
sbf, 95 gutta gang, real certified steppeas
take over the industry , walkin’ if they let us
we gon’ make him feel it, we gon’ make all others jealous (jealous)
we don’t f-ck with them, they circle for the tattle-tellers (b-tch)
k’s be the mob, finna turn into good fellas
i know these hollows hurt, ate him up and left him breathless (haha)
got one choppa, 3-4 glocks, we four deep up in this lexus
you can get that brrr, it’s somethin’ you ain’t used to test it
f556 and 223’s, it’s gon’ be a first dеgree
i came from stretchin’ p’s, literally, you bеtter pay the fee
she said she been heartbroken in the past before me (ha)
bae, i got no sympathy, don’t try to pull that sh-t on me (nope)
don’t pull that sh-t on me, i’ma get my sh-t and leave
me and capo, the sharks in the sea
ya’ll still be swimmin’ in the reef (f-ck you talm bout)
through the day a hustler, during the night turn to a thief
love no thottie like chief keef (whatt?)
all that wolfin’ on the net, you look down and you see red (you see red)
catch a loaf and walk him down, you gon’ feel the holla spread
stretch him out into a bed, your homie dead (yo homie dead)
felt the pressure, couldn’t take it, overdosing off (?)
livin’ in that fast lane, bus slow down when i’m off the meds
we comin’ from the gutta, so you know we throw our bred
(?) talkin’ to the big homie up in the feds
(?) talkin’ to the big homie up in the feds (what?)
($bf capo)
keep my glock up in my pocket when i’m rappin’ in the booth
sbf the gang, we great flaggin’, but we stay bangin’ blue
keep this arp, it protect me, won’t hesitate to shoot
when i shoot this gun up at the crowd, yo ass just better move

b-tch, you better move before we knock you out your f-ckin’ shoes
back to back, we slidin’ on that boy and he ain’t have a clue (nope)
heard they speakin’ on the gang, catch him, put him on the news
posted up outside of rodeo, we on the avenue
posted at mp, we smoking za, we do that every day
remember he ran up and i jotted him up in his f-ckin’ face
me and migo makin’ hits, you would think we steph and klay
mnpd, they better not chase me, capo, he gon’ do the race
remember we served that lil’ p-ssy, he was shaky as a b-tch
only reason he ain’t get shot yet, cause his family gon’ snitch
slidin’ in the feds, we squeeze your knowledge if you play with gang
run up on me, self-defense, we knockin’ out that p-ssy brain (knockin’ out that p-ssy brain)
run up on me, self-defense, we knockin’ out that p-ssy brain (knockin’ out that p-ssy brain)

keep my glock up in my pocket when i’m rappin’ in the booth
sbf the gang, we great flaggin’, but we stay bangin’ blue
keep this arp, it protect me, won’t hesitate to shoot
when i shoot this gun up at the crowd, yo, ass just better move (move)

- migogutta bf capo

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