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letra de brush em - rai smith

[intro]
i got the streets in tune
desi on me shoot a rocket
that b-tch knock like the speakers do
better, move
who hot? you not
move wock. get flocked
call up my dogs they gon slide with a mop

[verse]
homie don’t let me crash the party
they gonna f-ck up the afterparty
see ya chick and i bagged your shawty
that d’usse got her acting naughty
had to tell the hoe back up off me
remember we used to trap apartments?
i can’t f-ck with no master splinters
all you n-ggas is rats, informants
shawty bad and she pack a .40
body nice and her ass is gorgеous
no you can’t get a nut for free
she gon f-ck if the bag еnormous
pockets on swole and sh-t
do a drop and unload the b-tch
n-gga you better use your
before i put a hole in it
[chorus]
shooters (huh)
suupa i keep a stick
foreign ain’t got no keys in it
water on me you see the drip
know you heard how i pleased the b-tch
had her down on her knees and sh-t
pull her hair while i break her back
spin her round let her eat the d-ck
shooters (huh)
hol up, no love, f-ck em
them lames play games we gon rush em
i brought k!llers to your function
green lights: hitters on sight brush em

[bridge]
yea, yea, yea y’all nigaas know what the f-ck going on. its big suupe, coming straight out the northside you already know the vibes. n-ggas mad because they can’t and won’t stop us. even when i die ima live forever (grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

[verse]
this ain’t no acting, only action
keep a gun on my hip like it’s fashion
bro keep a ratchet in the backseat
for them she gon act up like a bad b-tch
ain’t no relaxing- we gon smash him
put some wings on you no pterodactyl
swear this sh-t will get lit up like matches
what your energy like? ima match it
please don’t act silly n-gga
i’ll k!ll a n-gga
see im lit now they want to be homies
but i dont be feeling n-ggas not at all
come get your broad before i drill her n-gga
look, sliding
you ain’t outside but you hiding
spin the chop out whip while im driving
all for the money and violence

{chorus}
shooters (huh)
suupa i keep a stick
foreign ain’t got no keys in it
water on me you see the drip
know you heard how i pleased the b-tch
had her down on her knees and sh-t
pull her hair while i break her back
spin her round let her eat the d-ck
shooters (huh)
hol up, no love, f-ck em
them lames play games we gon rush em
i brought k!llers to your function
green lights: hitters on sight brush em

- rai smith

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