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letra de txc txc txe - odprophet

[verse 1: odprophet]
b-tch i don’t give a f-ck about nothing
another turkey in the oven with the powder and the stuffing (ayy)
b-tch you know i like b-tter on my m-ffin
she a good girl now but they gon’ turn her on to something (ayy)
i’m a big dog (big dog), let my nuts hang (nuts hang)
got ’em p-ssed off (p-ssed off) ’cause my guns bang (guns bang)
they run they lips off tryna run game, shoot ’em up, switch the weapon out like it’s gun game
i remember that one time i thought i shot the neighbors ’cause i l!cked one through the wall while i was f-ckin’ with the banger
seen the opposition, caught ‘еm slippin’ on east tabor
we just hit ’em with a laser and wе stuck ’em for the paper (ayy)
i just jotted down a clever composition, pull the lever and i sever competition with precision (ayy)
i’m a veteran, a hitter on a mission (yah)
a factor in the game, i’m just playin’ my position

[chorus: odprophet]
rrr ayy ayy! and i’m back in the west withthe jack ack and a vest, put the mac to your flesh
rrr ayy ayy! pokin’ holes in your chest, lord knows that we fresh, tip through the mess like ayyy
stick him like it’s tic-tac-toe, we just stick him like it’s tic-tac-toe, yo where the six-pack go?
stick ’em like it’s tic-tac toe, we just stick ’em like it’s tic-tac-toe, yo where the six-pack go?

[verse 2: odprophet]
b-tch i don’t give a f-ck about nothing
you can find me on the west coast bumping, fingers twisted in the function
turn a four-course meal into a luncheon, when they pull up to the table get to dumpin’ (get to dumpin’, ayy)
i’m with my g’s, got the cheese for the p’s
caught ’em in the mousetrap, got the p’s for the free
little homie got the z’s and the d for the fiends
and your b-tch is a cook the way she season the meat (huh?)
i need it handled i can leave it to me
that saves me the grief and the fees, the leeches and fleas
to all a good night and to each a disease, i hope that you leave in your sleep b-tch
jesus i’m deep, there’s no turning back (nah)
i took it too far, how you think they’ll react?
fishtailed in the car, thank the stars i ain’t crash (skrrt)
once your soul leaves your vessel, there’s no turning back, that’s a wrap
[chorus: odprophet]
and i’m back in the west with a pack and a vest, put the mac to your flesh
puttin’ holes in your chest, lord knows that we fresh, gettin’ towed through the mess
to digress, we stick ’em like it’s tic-tac-toe, we just stick ’em like it’s tic-tac-toe, where the six-pack go?
stick ’em like it’s tic-tac toe, we just stick ’em like it’s tic-tac-toe, where the six-pack go?
and i’m back in the west with a pack and a vest, put the mac to your flesh
puttin’ holes in your chest, lord knows that we fresh, gettin’ towed through the mess
die quick–

[outro]
and what it takes is a shock say the discovery of an 11 year old selling drugs on your street

- odprophet

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