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letra de scar - mvko

[mvko]
about my sh-t dont call my bluff i’m never one to play a fool
choppa gets to rippin bodys hit the floor like drowning pool
i’m ridin and i’m dying for the gang that’s the golden rule
spark another blunt middle fingers up when i dropped out of school

b-tch i am the goat i know you see my h-rns hoe
swing the hatchet thru your neck put you under my porch hoe
lethal k!lla with the ratchet call me jason bourne hoe
the blunts i smoke are so fat need to light it with a torch hoe

all about my paper i’ll chase a check until my final breath
you can never k!ll me i survived a blade into my neck
it’s almost likе i’m liftin weights you know i got the hardest flеx
try not to break your back when i suplex you off the upper deck

stone cold with the stunna
you a p-ssy undercover
pullin up we got a runna
better duck for cover
pull the 40 out the glove i make it sing i call it usher
my shots always hit call me lillard cuz i’ll beat the buzzer
pull up to yo mamas house she suck my d-ck i fed her supper
hhm is on the come up there will never be another
you can call me rambo i’m about to send a thousand rounds
your whole lifes a joke and i ain’t got time for any clowns
[myramaines]
bad b-tches this your favorite song
f-ck that, this sh-t is babylon

awe sh-t, take your jaw off in the mosh pit
gassin up my foes like caustic
auschwitz, im that line you never should have crossed b-tch
heater leave leakin like some faucetts

you know i tote them big thangs
let em sang
got your b-tch wrapped round my finger
thats a mood ring
lou kang
kick her out and pass her to my bros
they do the same thang
hhm the gang and
thatll never change

all i speak it threats
im the rookie and the vet
get respect in any set
i mix my blood up in the tech
talkin sh-t will get you checked
we move in silence watch your stepin
leathal weapon, smith and wesson
30 rounds up at your house if we feel like blessin
mvko is the goat
but you know myra the reaper
looking for my golden snitch
feeling like a f-cking seeker
call my chop a broomstick
because you know that sh-t a cleaner
steady with that drip
rippin lines of cociena

b-tch step to me propper
play with me
turn ya copper
bust down on da oppas
druggin out
i caught a stalka

with your b-tch
flippin thru that karma sutra
didn’t mean to do it to ya
hit my line b-tch
you a loosa
bruise her throat and lose her number hoe

- mvko

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