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letra de will smith - moppy

[chorus]
put two shots in that n-gga like will smith
got my mind on my murder i ain’t feel sh-t
my bullets be flyin’ but they still hit
and when it’s go time we gon’ drill sh-t
put two shots in that n-gga like will smith
got my mind on my murder i ain’t feel sh-t
my bullets be flyin’ but they still hit
and when it’s go time we gon’ drill sh-t

[verse 1: moppy & kingmj]
when its go time and im uppin’ ma fye
p-ssy boy you ain’t wanna just come out outside
i’m spinnin’ the block till da opps they on fye
if he touchin’ my tooley lil n-gga gon die
i put that on god that my brothers gon’ ride
these snake ass females be tellin’ me lies
but i don’t give a f-ck cuz i always stay fried
hoe ass b-tch get outta my life (gang)
the choppa gon’ lah’
you run up the block and lil n-gga you die
you ride fo’ yo’ n-ggas you swear that you hard
till you gon be looking down from the sky
i ride for ma n-ggas i do not say bye
i bought me a glock and that sh-t cost a lot
you f-ck with a n-gga you finna’ get fried
and then when up high you tell pac i say hi
you hurt huh? (uzi)
aye that thotiana got you burnt huh (ouu)
run up on me and i promise you n-gga
i’ll put you in front of a shirt huh
all of my n-ggas tote uzi’s
but yo b-tch f-ck with the verts huh
all of my n-ggas we thuggin’
you better not pull up yo ass gon’ get hurt huh

[chorus]
put two shots in that n-gga like will smith
got my mind on my murder i ain’t feel sh-t
my bullets be flyin’ but they still hit
and when it’s go time we gon’ drill sh-t
put two shots in that n-gga like will smith
got my mind on my murder i ain’t feel sh-t
my bullets be flyin’ but they still hit
and when it’s go time we gon’ drill sh-t

[verse 2: moppy & kingmj]
(gang)
she runnin’ my pack
she findin’ me @
if i’m slidin’ im keepin’ ma mac
i need me them racks
till my pockets get fat
boy ima’ bounce out with that sack (ka-ching)
mj totin’ the straps
it really be facts
and i ain’t eva’ speakin’ no cap
this sh-t ain’t just rap
we makin’ it snap
and we gon run off with that pack
run off with that pack
yo b-tch on her knees and she l!ckin’ the sack
come gimmie’ a plaque (uh)
that b-tch in the kitchen, she whippin’ a snack
the king of the block
totin’ my glock
my n-ggas we rollin’ in flocks
you hear one two three’s b-tch
that is the sound of the choppa’ gon’ chop
my youngins they k!llahs
they gon wrap a body
then shoot yo ass right in the face(boo)
i need me the money
im chasin’ the bread
i do whatever it takes (yuh)
unless you is able to vote
you can not gimmie’ brain
or im gon catch a case
b-tch this is a private estate
you hooked on the d-ck and im closin’ the gate

[chorus]
put two shots in that n-gga like will smith
got my mind on my murder i ain’t feel sh-t
my bullets be flyin’ but they still hit
and when it’s go time we gon’ drill sh-t
put two shots in that n-gga like will smith
got my mind on my murder i ain’t feel sh-t
my bullets be flyin’ but they still hit
and when it’s go time we gon’ drill sh-t

- moppy

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