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letra de swang - ouija macc

[intro: ouija macc]
ooh ooh hey close that door yuh yuh hey hey hey
nah leave the blunt nah leave the blunt in here
yeah yea hey hey whut
hol’ up
yay

[chorus: ouija macc]
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sw-ng

[verse 1: ouija macc]
ooh you ain’t coming here to bleed ah
ahh then i think you better leave ah
ahh you ain’t coming here to bleed ah
aw then i think you better leave ah
aw what up hoe
whatup hoe d-mn right i flip the funky stuff
ima trip off in this hoe
you gon’ get a tet-n-s when i bust this rusty calico
san antonio b-tch remember my dicc like the alamo
trap phone in a hunnit pieces cause it blowing up
better get the feature cause the fuccin’ price going up
uh you and your b-tch licc my whole nuts
plugnose poke that b-tch throat til’ she throw up
snug nose pistol whip a busta when the club close
should have never direspected thuggalugga lugga lo’s
aw yuh
what the fucc are those
those my fuccin’ clothes why you think i’m sn-tching hoes
blood on the dance floor
bloond on my vans woah
blood on pants woah
blood on my hands woah
(?) i got ya mans woah
where’d ya baby momma go? you don’t wanna know uh

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[verse 2: kold-blooded]

rapper’s rarely want him on their tracks
they best just go to church…..
mad when they start askin, “who is that?”
then they -ss go “berserk”
cursed just like the mark up on his chest
s/o to enma though
i’ll c u when u get there
rot in h-ll
no this ain’t coolio
— he never gave a f-ck about the rumors
— say that sh-t in person
— lurkin around these moves
— he been known to make
— project mayhem
— tyler durden
— servin da words
— dat deliver the verdict
— wit perfect timin
— don’t get nervous
— sw-ngin n swervin
— thought he was a nerd
— showed up in the dark
— unnannounced like a pervert
no remourse
enforced
when he’s on his course
forsight
goin towards
his orbit
— you can tell it
when you look his my eyes
this 6’5 m-th-ph-kka
finna hand out torment
you can say wha you want
but unless you was there
then all yo comments, pointless
he really dont care
hes over da edge
what he exhales is poison
and i don’t need to lift a finger
and i don’t need to pack a strap
in fact my wrath
goes deeper than that
i’m lettin out spinal taps
while i burn this sack
wit ouija macc
watch
normal-ity
collapse
these lines get punched
goin ova yo head
get cracked wit da uppercut, like

- ouija macc

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