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letra de 100 rounds - nightmare nasty

[hook]
when i die
just throw me in the ground
when i die
better fire off about 100 rounds
when i die
bury me when the sun goes down
when i die
i better hear that *gunshots* sound

[verse 1: na$ty matt]
i’ll never be sh-t
just another motherf-cker in a he-rs-
every time i leave the house
b-tches hide their purse
i ain’t ever been to church
for what it’s worth
farewell tour in h-ll
when they put me in the dirt
f-cking priviledged b-tches
i pull up on sixes
white box chevy with the tec
and extentions
got 25 lighters on my dresser
yes sir
pull up with a b-tch
looking like fran drescher
s-x her, flex
naw i ain’t text her
say she can do better
but i don’t even stress her
sold my soul for a g-wagon benz
bubble-eyed lens
f-ck a bad b-tch
and all her friends

[hook]

[verse 2: cash]
shouts out master p
cause i ain’t got no limits
i smoke so much
they think i got prescriptions
i’m still tippin’, sippin whiskey
blowin’ fifty
countin’ hundreds, i’m blowin’ money
like god d-mn i’m donald trumpin’
na$ty matt got the b-ss b-mpin’
so i’m kickin’ verses like i’m f-cking punting
i’m blowin’ dro like a f-ckin’ trumpet
i’m pulling strings on you f-ckin’ puppets
torture chamber, you’re in the dungeon
spit fire like a f-ckin’ dragon
skinny dude with big pockets
like god d-mn my pants saggin’

- nightmare nasty

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