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letra de red dot - pavlo

verse:
speaking on my name dumb n-gga better wake him up
no i’m never lacking just incase a n-gga snaking up
beefing bout no b-tch cus my time already takin’ up
crazy, ain’t that sh-t crazy?
pour another four in this b-tch til i’m lazy
posted in the pit with my youngins going brazy
semi automatic throwing bullets like tom brady
bl!cky out the window, on yo block its a blackout
hit it from the back all raw ain’t no smackdown
come thru my black p-ssy n-gga need a patdown
shooters on the go no my goons never backdown
hunnid couple bands made her dance like a freak b-tch
drop a couple xans now i’m geekin like a tweak b-tch
wood to the neck i ain’t smokin on that weak sh-t
mason margiela moonwalking on the street b-tch
pedal to the metal triple digits on the dashboard
switchblade hanging off my waist like a d-mn sword
when i shoot my shot know i make it off the backboard
n-ggas want some beef, lol are you that bored?
run it up, i double up, i pour it til it bubble up
b-tch that’s dirty sprite inside my mothaf-kin double cup
seven six two gave this lil n-gga bubble guts
i’m hanging out the window with my choppa make him stumble up
f-ck
pockets really deep forgiatos on the truck
semi automatic on my waist what i tuck
stupid lil b-tch what make you think i give a f-ck
i ain’t tryna kick unless that b-tch know how to suck
blc the clique up in the back b-tch that’s us
422’s make the whip look like a bus
speaking on the clique, nah that n-gga lookin sus
350z told that b-tch eat my dust
twin turbo sh-t how my engine sounding mean
tote a mac 11 & a glock 19
mac got a clip and the glock got a beam
hollow tip bullets gon fill up his spleen
vlone on my back, blc what i bleed
told her i can rap but she don’t believe me
b-tch this off the dome i can’t even f-cking breathe
told her don’t trip i got tricks up my sleeve, b-tch

- pavlo

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