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letra de lil motorola - ramirez

[intro]
(grey, grey, grey, grey…)
mtm—

[verse 1]
hold up, wait a f-cking second—let me puff up on a spliff
thunder striking down, watch ’em bleed just as the bullets hit
see me making plays in the cut, motorola flip
open up the pit and break a motherf-ckin’ jaw, b-tch
12 gauge shotty, grey decapitate
i’m that motherf-cker you don’t want to play or hate
i don’t lock you with the choppa, b-tch, i’ll bust yo’ grape
p-ssyboy, you best be praying that you don’t make mistakes
grey-59, let it rain blood, it’s a grey flood
open up my mouth, and you can see the gold slugs
f-ck 12, i ain’t postin’ bail, let me rot in h-ll
i can shake the earth, and be the reason that the ocean swells
let it be known, you can’t f-ck with us
pull up with the squad and turn you into dust
you a p-ssy motherf-cker, someone not to trust
b-tch, i’ll pull up with a nina, watch a motherf-cker bust

[interlude]
(huh, huh, huh)

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m on the run from all the cops so i just lay low
trigger finger itchin’ and i do it for the peso
drop it off and make it quick when i come through and say so
stinging like a bumblebee and leave you with a halo
knockin’ off yo block set up shop make yo body flop
inside of the bucket with the chop scopin’ out the job
tearing up the club bring the ruckus boy this sh-t don’t stop
gripping on the glock, pickin’ locks, watch a p-ssy drop
in the head, the walking dead
f-ck all the feds, feed ’em lead
paint your -ss red, leave me to death
i’ll watch you dread, take your last breath
under my shed is where you rest
one to the chest, i’m not to test
b-tch, take caution, it’s the walking corpse straight out the coffin
and we mobbin’, loadin’ up the glock, proceed to robbin’
and you dodgin’, but these bullets coming, ain’t no stoppin’
you flodgin’ punk–ss motherf-cker, meet the rocket

- ramirez

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