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letra de titan - mvko

[mvko]
b-tch don’t step to me if i pull it i won’t hesitate
see me hit the stage i’m bout to rock it like a heavyweight
b-tch its hhm we got energy you can’t replicate
meet me in the pit itll take a week to get your bearings straight

rising to the top
never gonna stop
b-tch your time is running out i know you hear the clock
mother f-ck an opp
choppa wit no stock
pull up on your block we get to bangin leave you lined in chalk

switchin up no f-ck that sh-t
real mother f-ckers no counterfeit
pdx yeah we run this sh-t
better be about it whеn we run up b-tch

the last thing you see hoe, oh yuh
witchousеs deagle , oh yuh
you rappers are feeble, b-tch we be evil, shoot at the priest we chargin the steeple

b-tch its f-ck 12 send them pigs off to the slaughter house
we been cutting necks so long we lost track of the body count
tumaggz strapped up with the tommy walkin through your lobby now
jmatts wit the blades he turn your whole crew into coffee grounds
phantom of the opera the way i make the strap sang
i dont do no talkin hit a b-tch with a flashbang
i’m the phantom menace my blade it goes both ways
feelin homicidal mercury is in retrograde
(x2)

[witchouse 40k]
mask on
look like michael

from the sewer ditches
knife all on my stick
aye yuh
witchy body flippin
pistol whip yo b-tch
aye yuh
ionever lackin, pistol on my hip
aye yuh
shorty crying told that b-tch to gimme lip
aye yuh
keep a hunnid f-kin t–th up in my fist
aye yuh
i’m a tyrant keep the tommy to yo ribs
aye yuh

leave em mad b-tch
b-tch
b-tch you average
im only f-ckin on a sad b-tch
im f-ckin savage
and all you do is talk
im bouta cash in
im shipping pax in
i gotta lotta guap
i stashin
up in my casket
ill see it when i rot
blech
buyin from yo boyfriend
but lil b-tch i am his plug
doe
all these fake ass rappers imma have to f-ckin son
hoe
all these artists cappin, cuz thy never touched a gun
aye
pass it yo clique, witchy cuttin it w gunsmoke
exs on my line, but no i never learned to trust a b-tch
f-ckin wit the gang, i leave yo bidy on a crucifix
i ain’t hang w lames, cut em off i ain’t got time for kids
psycho b-tch
cut her off like trimmers trimming cypress

question mark on my side that’s a scythe aye yuh
camelot, i got armor like a knight
aye yuh
ridin round keep a scope to my eye
aye yuh
till i die, imma ride for my slimes

aye yuh
f-ck a b-tch like major pain
f-ck wit witch i blow yo brains
aye yuh
i ain’t neva switchin lanes
pop a tab in outer sp-ce
aye yuh
keep my glock up in a safe
keep my hand up in yo face
ride wit da gang
run up hit em wita k
sip his soul like alize
…pistol whipping and i’m doin the dash
9 milla hollowtip in da back
lungs burnin, always blowin this gas
backpack, fulla dimme sacks
lil shawty call me for the quick
but her contact sayin quick smash
gotta problem better fix dat
ion feel bad
only b-tch slap

- mvko

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