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letra de fifi - niaarican

[intro]
zone 6 n-gga,pyrex whippa pyrex
d-mn,d-mn loco cook that sh-t up again

[verse: mkgoinup]
rack up
rack up with the jet, bow, bow
n0body get, bow, bow
blow em back, bow, burp
sprint with the map, they got my comments, we the couch
i might rob em, make em found
we got activists in town
post on my link, f-ck a drama
f-ck n-gga he gone die by clout
i have to drive him where about
put them bullets in his mouth
send that blood to the clouds
got a silencer on the clock
it won’t make a sound
i don’t know why he try to run
but they gon’ chase you down

[verse: niaarican]
say you got smoke, i’ma blink out
f-ck your b-tch, pull the tracks out
you get blood, i’ma pass out
release that, i’ma cash out
bang on the head, i’ma spray down
say you want smoke, come on lay down
blow my stick, i’ma lay down
i’ma let a few guys fade out
i be high and f-ck for sure
n-gga really mad, he can’t f-ck me
i be f-cking his hoe
b-tch i’m with him mk
like michael kors, n-gga we off the scope
hurt a n-gga, rocked him, need some b-tches
they ain’t let it blow
and if a n-gga try me, i’ma
[verse: mkgoinup]
crack up with the tech
bow, bow, n0body get
bow, bow, blow him back
bow, brr, burn with the mack
they got my comments, we the couch
i might rob him, make him foul
we got activists in town
post home, wait, n-gga, f-ck a drought
f-ck n-gga, he gon’ die by clout
i have to drive him where about
put them bullets in his mouth
send that blood to the clouds
got a silencer on the clock
it won’t make a sound
i don’t know why he try to run
but they gon’ chase you down
n-gga know i got a pack
ain’t no chinatown
n-gga, when they got rich
all they ask is how
we stay stack on stack on stack
know it, put up back to back
we gon’ pop sh-t, that’s a fact
n-gga, talk a lot of cow
n-gga, talk a lot of cow
ho, talk a lot of cow
n-gga, know i’m in the streets
i don’t need a mountain, n-gga
plow it then, like the psyche working out
oh, he got the pack, foul
we gon’ cut him down
crack up with the tech
bow, bow, n0body get
bow, bow, blow him back
bow, brr, burn with the mack
they got my comments, we the couch
i might rob him, make him found
we got activists in town
post all my n-ggas, f-ck a drought
f-ck n-ggas, he gon’ die by clout
i got the trap, he wear a bow
put them bullets in his mouth
send that blood to the clouds
got ourselves on the clock
it won’t make a sound
i don’t know why he try to run
but they gon’ chase you down

- niaarican

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