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letra de press - pyrxciter

[intro: pyxciter]
um boys it’s time to have a conversation with you bros
[?]
it was him godd-mn it ain’t me boss
[?] if no one go get my money somebody goin to get shot
ight boss d-mn sh-t i got you chill chill
[?] you b-tch
go get my f-ckin money

[verse 1: pyxciter]
b-tch i’m with the jank ain’t n0body gonna stop us
b-tch i’m on the roll imma start out with this glock bruh
pistol shakin in my hands somebody gone get shot bruh
claim that he a k!ller gang gone show him that he not
oh you claim that he your homie and you know that he a bot
how you claim that she yo b-tch but you know that she a thot
how i get to where i’m at had to whip it at the pot
told that n-gga on my corner “hold up gimmie whatchu got”

[hook: pyxciter]
n-ggas show me where that money i ain’t playin
n-ggas really wanna die is what i’m sayin
[?] swear to god i start sprayin
[?] n-gga i don’t care if he was prayin

[verse 2: lazy3x]
yeah yeah
n-gga [?]
f-ckin that b-tch she a hoe
up on the pole now he full of holes
i’m with a mop but [?]
and [?] that n-gga fold
like n-gga what’s up i want the smoke
and i get a [?] we not finna [?]
[?] so i’m pourin a 4
when i’m in houston blew a [?]
i’m shootin
i leave his body so cold
i’m lootin
i’m [?] take all his dough
go stupid
my n-ggas kickin yo door
and you got a b-tch then my n-ggas robbin him
he wanna get lit then i get [?]
and that n-gga corny choppa is poppin him
the hollows is takin his oxygen
the glock with a d-ck the bullets they f-ckin him
and she got a grip my n-ggas they rushin him
and [?] i put that on [?]
i shoot with the strap like i am the [?]
i’m feelin like [?] i’m pressin these n-ggas
[?] these n-ggas
he cappin
i’m not [?] these n-ggas
he lackin
[?]
[?] gorillas
imma hunt her like a n-gga
[?] my pockets they bigger
walk down on his face like he playin twister
i’m f-ckin [?] i bet you missed her
[?] my kids now i am your mister

- pyrxciter

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