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letra de fea - mississippi sno

[pre-chorus: boosie badazz]
boosie badazz, f-ck ’em all, to say, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em all, to say, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em all, to say, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em,f-ck ’em all, to say, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em, just told my little dogs, i don’t trust no n-ggas
them n-ggas be wanting your f-cking chain
n-ggas be wanting your f-cking b-tch
talking down on a n-gga’s name, i don’t trust no hoe
them hoes be going from gang to gang
f-cking on n-ggas and telling their business, on jesus’ name

[verse 1: mississippi sno]
cut ’em all, i keep it ballin’
f-ck boy, don’t call me, taking no short or no loss
add that sh-t up, i got the sauce
make ’em wonder how a fat boy got all that muscle
them boys need to catch up, i got the mustard
riding, smoking a purple pound
feel it mild, black and purple punch
you, thought she was feeling you
you, thought she was feeling you, nah, just a f-cking munch
i’m keeping real with thеse motherf-ckers
i havе no time to chill with these motherf-ckers
two-faced ass buster, “i’m sucker-free in this b-tch,”
two-faced ass busta, i’m just trying to get rich
it’s mississippi sno, bloodhound, boosie badazz, and dj flippp
[chorus: boosie badazz]
f-ck ’em all, like, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em all, like, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em all, like, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em all, like, “f-ck ’em all,”
f-ck ’em, just told my little dogs, i don’t trust no n-ggas
them n-ggas be wanting your f-cking chain
n-ggas be wanting your f-cking b-tch
talking down on a n-gga’s name, i don’t trust no hoe
them hoes be going from gang to gang
f-cking on n-ggas and telling their business, on jesus’ name
i don’t trust no n-ggas, them n-ggas be wanting your f-cking chain
n-ggas be wanting your f-cking b-tch
talking down on a n-gga’s name, i don’t trust no hoe
them hoes be going from gang to gang
f-cking on n-ggas and telling their business, on jesus’ name

[verse 2: ryan woodc-ck]
uh, touch on, locked on, call the cops on
bagging and we tagging, don’t get me bragging
am i bragging? am i lacking? it’s something you gotta see
“m-i-ss-i-ss-i-ppi,” everybody knows
with the bloodhound flow, we show ’em how it goes
do we leave it in park? do we leave it start?
but when the beat starts, bless your heart
i’ma make gravy, raise this baby
ain’t the one to cry any day, take your life and take a knife
and cut your ass up with every little slice
get the step and run the fade, home-bred, white southern-made
i take her old, throwing chain
and i hope it go coke a lemonade
bloodhound smoking indoors, no pretending
real as i be, do you comprehend?
i’m really the billy the kid, do you know what he did?
pulling the trigger, your ego don’t let me scare you a bit
i dare you
[chorus: boosie badazz]
i don’t trust no n-ggas, them n-ggas be wanting your f-cking chain
n-ggas be wanting your f-cking b-tch, talking down on a n-gga’s name
i don’t trust no hoe, them hoes be going from gang to gang
f-cking on n-ggas and telling their business, on jesus’ name

- mississippi sno

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