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letra de scorin - mozzy

[verse 1: mozzy]
that n-gga told, he been rockin’ wit the rollers
chain gang slimey b-tch rocky balboa
i be on dope b-tch fell into a coma
really from the four’s had to get it off the corner
aunty and them smokers on the porch playing poker
fo’ nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
there’s all type’s of b-tches on my motorolla
we pulling out the corner store wit h-lla baking soda
another cold summer i ain’t seen a summer colder
gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
they throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
the crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
it’s h-ll gang b-tch i’m going straight to h-ll
just made it harder for yourself it ain’t no way that i could tell
it’s either a maney jumpshot or hit the nfl
we f-cked his career off he got possession’s for them sales

[hook: lex aura]
one day i’ll be balling, yeah
i’m outside by the corner
i’m trynna get this money, yeah
i just flipped another quarter
started off in a stolo, yeah
now i’m sliding in a foreign
touchdown city solo, yeah
from the bottom i’m scorin

[verse 2: lil blood]
blood!
started off buying plug, ten for forty
outside me and dirt he was carrying the 40
[had] linden street barkin rolled c0ke on the third
trynna touch these five racks from the first to the third
crack dreams b-tch what you know bout cookin
instagram flippin black gate we juggin’
got whatever you need, just bring your lighter
been out here all day and i’m pulling an all nighter
pants dirty, black hoody i’m on a mission
f-ck these b-tches, gotta get it i’m chasin chicken
boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up
and scrr, scrr, scrr, when i scr-pe the sides up
nose dirty, snortin c0ke from all my zippers
real pimpin, need dough from all my b-tches
n-gga i was sellin c0ke to my own father
if i ain’t sell it to him he would buy it from my partner
blood!

[hook]

[verse 3: slim 400]
pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail
ain’t no money to post bail so they sittin in cells
my youngins shootin at civilians
i ain’t wit k!llin children
but it’s bracken blood it’s day to day
you caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face
now who callin who phone, hut, 48
i’m the first to line up, i ain’t a second late
slid off on some real sh-t
real n-ggas feel this
i see you endin up in the icu
hitta’s know i rock wit the h-ll gang, and free my n-gga truth
it be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin is bool
i bleed the [?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes
still gettin it out the gutter and it’s me and my bros
i don’t claim to be, i’m in these streets, put it on p’s
free real n-ggas, so f-ck you industry n-ggas

[hook]

- mozzy

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