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letra de b.r.o.n.x - moscow17

[intro: screwloose, diana ross]
am i really hard to please?
perhaps i have such special needs
i wondered what was wrong with me (ayy, m17)
my friends all fall so easily (smoke)
elevate, this mix sounds mad
ayo, sam

[verse 1: kwizzy]
if i see an opp, i know what to do
shoot, i bet these [?] go through (baow)
chew, they chew on anything 2
and they ain’t got time for irrelevant yutes (nah)
load man’s pack if i’m selling it, too
just business, don’t get it confused (d-ckhead)
you should know i don’t pick and choose
you f-ck with the opps, you’re getting it too
usually, i’m a genuine yute
but i go psycho when there’s opps in the room (ching, ching)
i do, they spittin’ our tunе
and don’t play their ting, that would be rude (hahah)
what you mеan that he lined gb?
woah, you must want a headshot, too
m17, you know what we do
line up the shot and boot
[verse 2: incite]
had a vision my opps got murdered
ptsd from abz’s death (how?)
what do i know? (uh)
it weren’t me that day in pecks (no way, no way)
and i also heard that lavz got cheffed (chu, chu)
it was a horrible scene
ketchup ting when i turned that red (whew)
if he’s still alive, then i’m feelin’ dead (dead)
loosescrew on the rev (wee)
i had the shotgun, i aimed it and press (wee)
os, rampage, they aimin’ at heads
let’s bill up this dirty pack
yeah, i’m feeling like smokin’ —- instead
(ayy)

[verse 3: rizzy rampz]
i’m layin’ low in the back car
shotgun with the shotgun, intense, it’s tense (scary)
for [?] that sit on the fence
i’ll boot him off, better chill with them (boom, baow)
mum said, “be safe, you’re chillin’ again”
i can’t tell her that i’m chillin’ with skengs (no)
babe wanna hold this spinner no more
but said she love me, was it all pretend? (why?)
i’m loosing my head
as i walk this path for revenge
if i can’t see him, then i’m doing his friend (food, food)
os in the ride, in a dinger that blends
we can get pressed, so lord, i’ll still repent
chest and neck, bro done it again
and again
[verse 4: screwloose]
bro said he’s smoking lavz
me, i’d rather spark —-, —-, or abz
i got like 4 gms in my spliff
and i don’t even smoke no more
but i’m still tryna pull up and smoke man’s wig (woo)
[?] in my mouth
yeah, [?] in a cif’ (ayy)
my name screwloose and i’m takin’ the p-ss (woo)
they wanna know who was in that cab
was it me? was it jack? (i don’t know)
i don’t know, i just know that he just got slapped (i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know)
you don’t know all the reasons their friends turnt pack (woo)
my bro deepthroat when i’m countin’ racks (ayy)
heard he died in the shop
lol to them boy, don’t lack

- moscow17

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