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letra de mad pisst - okg delo

[intro]
(ayo, ashton c, turn this motherf-cker up)
(aha-ha-ha)

[chorus: okg delo]
yeah, we got mad sticks
hundred band l!cks
n-ggas mad, p-ssed
trappin’ when i’m fasting, astaghfirullah
we get the drop, send him to god, we do him badly
the glock is mad cheap
if she ain’t bad, then beat it
i got a thing for ass and titties, i need the baddest b-tches
n-ggas broke, don’t be mad at me
new friends turn to casualties
get crazy on the grandravine
across the street, get slimy

[verse 1: okg delo]
bullets connect his top, he dying
stolos, we need more
one died, need three more
when they ride out, use a keyboard
pockets stuffed up with that bl–dy money, sh-t get ugly-ugly
rap beef ain’t nothing to me
if he at me, he got something comin’ (skrrt)
bronem crash, i’m going
feds on our ass, we floorin’
i ain’t going bad, like no way
i don’t really care what they all say
don’t lose your life in here
they ain’t about the life, it’s clear
it’s all for the hype, i swear
it’s all for the hype, i swear
[chorus: okg delo]
yeah, we got mad sticks
hundred band l!cks
n-ggas mad, p-ssed
trappin’ when i’m fasting, astaghfirullah
we get the drop, send him to god, we do him badly
the glock is mad cheap
if she ain’t bad, then beat it
i got a thing for ass and titties, i need the baddest b-tches
n-ggas broke, don’t be mad at me
new friends turn to casualties
get crazy on the grandravine
across the street, get slimy

[verse 2: duvy]
my partners really grimy
catch a body, don’t talk about it
now they gotta find us
we got mad sticks
hundred band l!cks
i know it go down, i’m a fool if i leave my mask, i’m out chasin’
had four n-ggas in this car, only two n-ggas hop out blast ’em
lil’ bro said he need more forties, need no fashion
i was f-ckin’ up [?] so much times, it made no sense
[?], i’m high off life, f-ck the meds
took too much time to hit me back, i think you a fed
[chorus: okg delo & duvy]
yeah (yeah), we got mad sticks (mad)
hundred band l!cks
n-ggas mad, p-ssed
trappin’ when i’m fasting, astaghfirullah
we get the drop, send him to god, we do him badly
the glock is mad cheap
if she ain’t bad, then beat it
i got a thing for ass and titties, i need the baddest b-tches
n-ggas broke, don’t be mad at me
new friends turn to casualties
get crazy on the grandravine
across the street, get slimy
bullets connect his top, he dying

- okg delo

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