letra de rerock - punchmade dev
[intro]
(gang, flah, flah, gang, gang, gang)
d-mn jefe
[verse punchmade dev]
go tell your mama work for me i know her ass broke
driven in that beat up ass car, listening to sad songs
rapping like you made it but you still live in a trash home
you had first-class seats, and you ain’t even bring the bag home
flashing all those guns in your story like you gone’ murder some
i wouldn’t try to run in my crib cause i got plenty guns
rerock him, make him send it twice like i can’t get enough
track him down, find out where he lives, since he won’t give it up
[?] taking off in the scat, he finna drag race
i made 7k for a play, that’s on a bad day
she came to suck my d-ck for day, left with a sad face
i got that dogsh-t on my page, leave n-ggas mad faced
[verse 2 punchmade dev]
i’m getting sick of n-ggas saying i don’t drop sh-t
don’t know if i should go and drop a check or go drop hits
we seen what happened to the last n-gga who went dropped a diss
i warned them n-ggas not to beef with me, now i ain’t dropping sh-t
n-ggas they straight from the hood because it sound better
i could call you by your nickname, but i like clown better
i went and bought a drum for my glock cause 50′ rounds better
i’m really have fun with yo b-tch she writing love letters
don’t make me pull this [?] out my pocket leave you standing there
i could really leave a n-gga traumatized if you want take it there
i really been a cheater my whole life, ain’t tryna play it fair
they know i’m from the state of kentucky i brought the k in here
you don’t like men cause i got more bread than your whole gang combined
n-ggas sn-tching chains in this b-tch, but ain’t no taking mine
i had 30k as a youngin, don’t gotta tell a lie
hustling ain’t one of your sk!lls, you gotta fantasize
i’m a self-made n-gga i ain’t never had no handout
i don’t look to these rap n-ggas, or be fanned out
cause i really got that dogsh-t that they rap about
i’m finna be a multi-millionaire i just went and mapped it out
n-ggas been down bad for a year still tryna trap it out
do they really wanna go beef with me or go rap it out
now i see him wanna rock with me, cause i’m rapping now
made a quarter million this year and i ain’t capping out (b-tch)
(broke ass n-gga)
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