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letra de plottin pt. 2 - ‎osamason

[verse 1: osamason]
plottin’ on that l!ck, yeah (that sh-t is f-cking trash)
yeah, i knew i was insane when i flipped that whip, yeah
spin yo’ block and dip (f-f-ck off the airway)
i’on wanna hear that sh-t (no)
came through, ‘xtended clip
brand new glock with switch
gunpowder on my fit
boy, you broke, i know you not hip, go
send you to the star, b-tch
i’m like e.t.,tryna send ’em home
please don’t diss on my phone (b-tch)
cause i like the smoke, yeah
choppa, cook filet mignon
turn yo’ bro to ghost, yeah
smoke ‘za and that b-tch strong
smoke got on my clothes, yeah
his ho’, love all my songs
yeah, i’m her ringtone, yeah

[verse 2: percatric]
d-mn-d-mn
why’d you snake me?
why’d you plot?
likе, why’d you hate?
i’m not talking no bank, but, let’s cut to the chasе
and i turn that boy to a [?], not talkin’ tank
i just wanna see n-ggas win, but it’s not [?] fake
but i gotta look out for me, so it’s okay
i’m a pacifist, b-tch, i roll with the peace, why you so [?]?
[?] smile on your face
gotta [?] my [?], b-tch, we hittin’ the board
should i creep through the window, or creep through the door?
leave a f-ck n-gga poverty stricken, he poor
put your homie on death row, i feel like i’m suge
n-gga asked me, “perc, were you from?”
i say, “i’m from the wish a n-gga woulds”
on my way to the top like the engine that could
and the g9 a throat demon, get yo soul took
b-tch, i don’t need a glock, ’cause i know how to hook
but i stay with that stick like a game of put-put
in the field [?] p’s, i guess i out the hut
b-tch, you not on the scene, you finna get cut
i’m a mc with the hammer, n-gga, don’t touch
you was searching for silver plate, you is not tough
they like, “perc, what you do?”
i’m like, “sh-t, i just put the bl!ck up to my mouth, and i tell that boy hush”

- osamason

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