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letra de street god [intro] - project pat

[verse]
tight grip on the draco, now it’s time to get ’em
in the hood sniffin’, no police, now it’s time to k!ll ’em
f-ck a mask, it was late night, hoodies on our head
f-ck police, they don’t come ’round here cause they -ss scared
and my pockets on hard like my p-n-s
talkin’ money, we talkin’ english
drug money can turn to blood money
this ain’t for the squeamish
only for the ones who hungry enough to get the funds
who ain’t scared to shoot the draco gun
cali in my lungs
addicted to versace belts and them gucci skullies
chopper bullet took his head and skull it
this sh-t can get ugly
people talk me loyalty, me keep it real
with your circle never rat mane and never steal
have all your bread, make that sh-t a solid deal
if you gon’ cross, cross big, make it a solid k!ll
i feel a n-gg- wanna try me cause i look like a [?]
all this jewelry on me homie i’m a walkin’ brick
pockets low, pull out the 44, make a n-gg- strip
n-gg- just got f-cked in the game but this ain’t no flick
fire stick, make my banger bang, like he in a gang
silencer with a beam no [?] hit his mane
money and respect dog, what a n-gg- k!ll ’bout
used to be my n-gg- but nah you ain’t real now
gotta watch around you, n-gg-s flip like pancakes
get some real money off these streets and watch these n-gg-s hate

- project pat

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