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letra de interception - mori briscoe

[intro: milo floxks]
grrah
grrah grrah, boom, like
real top opp sh-t, man
lots, n-gga
lu gang, sh-t, otf, sh-t, top opp sh-t
n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga, like

[verse 1: milo floxks]
how he threw a shot and he never sent one?
bullets flyin’, drench him
every tuesday be catchin’ a next one
died with his laundry, that was the best one
n-ggas chose, like they know what’s up
like, who is the last to get touched?
jah woo got stuck in the gulag, heard he did bad ain’t no gettin’ up
wait ‘til i see that lil jenn jenn b-tch
kr bm gettin’ bent, bent, bent
he ain’t never drill sh-t, it’s not makin’ no sеnse
don’t come on thesе sides spinnin’ with them tints
wherever you at and you with the [?]
ask your manager, i pull up dolo
preme said it, y’all n-ggas bozos
steppin’ with me you get turned into a-
dissin’ in music but look what we doin’ to ‘em
lil bro thirteen tryna boom some
ain’t n0body catch sh-t like beckham
you throw, bet i intercept it
chop go “grrah, grrah”, kickin’ like tekken
bdot, tdott, kapo, biggs
dior, lotto, studda, shizz
they gon’ cap but they know what it is
i’m one of them ones who stated this sh-t
i got scenes, them n-ggas got skits
i got drunk when lu boy died, now i’m in queens rollin’ up a spliff
but we ain’t gonna get in the back then sh-t
but i remember way back when
poodle floss almost died on that strip
shouldn’t be talkin’ like you is my friend
now i’m on the 3rd, like, let me in
couple 0’s that just wanna spin
no ty mack but he gettin’-
no ty mack but he gettin’ lift
kr ask your big homie what happened on p street
[?] belt or i’ma hit his figi
when i’m in that mode they don’t wanna see me
free la, we hop out like it’s 3-d
spin with two thirties tryna catch a-
that n-gga died, they be hopin’ they see me
forever lu blixk we ain’t lettin’ a-
got the knock in my-, somethin’ like [?]
[verse 2: mori briscoe]
how the f-ck you gon’ tweak with a tweaker?
we on court, they on the bleachers, like
me and twin in the ride with like three guns
d’z on my ass, i can’t stop, i’ma speed up
f-ck my opps tell them n-ggas to keep up
how we popped out the cut they ain’t peep us
he was shot but la still [?] up
shot after shot ‘til he drop now he reefer
i got 41 shots for 4100
i see jah woo i’ma get to-
like a barber, clip him, we gon’ brush him
we on their sides lurkin’ tryna dust ‘em
baby lots and they know we on go
i point ‘em out, baby2 gon’ throw
when we slide, better duck, he get low
smokin’ on pizz, died with his pole
say you beckham well they call me brady
like, n-ggas know how i get with the-
like, n-ggas know how i get with the .80
like, rock a n-gga to sleep like a baby

- mori briscoe

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