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letra de 09-07 - mophead tbc

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09-07
the glizzy hold about 11
send shots they send em to his reverend
gonna dump it , kick works, we kick it till the check in
my n-ggas make movies watchin how we steppin
the 38 that be my weapon
grip on my hip incase we gotta stretch em
somebody call medics n-ggas got gotta check em

might spin thru the flossy n-gga don’t cross me
lil b-tch i been bossy
n-ggas ain’t real, do drills when u saucy
that ain’t how a boss me

these n-ggas move funny they snakes
ain’t gonna trust none of these b-tches they fake
all my n-ggas we stack it, we stay with the cake
run up, talk hot, we gonna buss at his grape

man down, all that talk on the book
who the man now? 
put his mans on a shirt with a d-mn frown
just came from the trap
go invest in a rach, you making me laugh
you a d-mn clown

all that talk on the net ,then you see me in person
you making me laugh you a fan now

you can’t get no respect, know my n-ggas up next
like to drip when i walk, know i stand out

but hold up, pol!cking that ain’t good for the net
we gon show up. roll up, put him in this toe
i promise his n-gga pour up

might f-ck on a ops b-tchh
then put her in traffic
said gimme drop b-tch
all my n-ggas gonna chop sh-t
and they shoot like they mavs
know my n-ggas they drop sh-t

and we makin a movie
lil b-tch she a baddie
she keepin toolie

and her friend wanna do me
tell that lil b-tch throw it back
and we slide in the 2 seat

tell her hold them beratea
these n-ggas they mad and they bluffing, ain’t get to no chedda
call his b-tch for the step up
know when we slide to his block know his sh-t getting wet up

and you know it’s whatever, we been thru some storms
but b-tch now i’m cool like the weather
send my shooters whenever , you betta
be armred my n-ggas gon shoot so you betta

we gon aim his neck up
no doctor gonna save him
promise ain’t getting no check up

never fold under pressure
them boyz they be tellin
i promise gonna smoke em like pressure

but hold on i’m in the party and i’m so gone
i brought the heater like the stove on
she can’t come in my room wit her clothes on

and i hit from the back, know she gonna let me crack
we can’t chill for the night turn no shows on
and i don’t like to act, we gon smoke em like packs
baby rolll up this spliff i feel so gone

09-07
the glizzy hold about 11
send shots they send em to his reverend
gonna dump it , kick works, we kick it till the check in
my n-ggas make movies watchin how we steppin
the 38 that be my weapon
grip on my hip incase we gotta stretch em
somebody call medics n-ggas got gotta check em