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letra de 42 felon - ribby247

[intro]
good evening a manhunt is underway tonight for a gunman following a terrifying drive-by shooting on the gold coast (42 felon)
gold coast residents say gun crime is out of control
the police is saying their doing all they can (42 felon)
? two men wanted over a brazen daylight- (four, two, felon)

[chorus]
i’ma 42 felon, i ain’t buying what your sellin’
shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
if he dies, he ain’t tellin’
in your ride, see your jealous
i’ma 42 felon, i ain’t buying what your sellin’
shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
if he dies, hе ain’t tellin’
in your ride, see your jealous

[verse 1]
i’ma 42 fеlon from the 247
eight shots in the spin this drop two more fellas
i can tell that he jealous cause he can’t beat a street c-nt
i ain’t buying what your sellin’, bought a weapon to the meetup
i taught these brats how to trap, i got my feed up, countin’ up a stack
big watch, big chain, big str-
got an ig model doin’ dishes in the trap, no cap
their only active on the internet
day walking with a blade, like snipes, they ain’t into that
lad i can show you how to skin a cat
cause i can’t kick back i’m tryna be where all the winners at
where the bitty’s and the grinners at, big bag bouncin’ out the benz tryna spin him like a ceiling fan
you ain’t a trapper if your dealing grams
first, second, and third place
[chorus]
i’ma 42 felon, i ain’t buying what your sellin’
shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
if he dies, he ain’t tellin’
in your ride, see your jealous
i’ma 42 felon, i ain’t buying what your sellin’
shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
if he dies, he ain’t tellin’
in your ride, see your jealous

[verse 2]
hands down best rapper from the coast (fact)
sellin’ half weights, you ain’t a trapper your a joke (goose)
man down when i rob you for your co-
with a metal in my coat and i spark it like a cone on vogue(?)
paper in my pocket p-ssy say sum’
aim it at his feet, boy dancin’ like raygun
sneak diss and little b-tches like to play dumb
mister get it done i been poppin’ since grade 1
poppin’ locks hand socks up in your pantry
white and brown b-tches, one whitney, one mandy
mixin’ ’em together caramello like candy
drivin’ with your bae and she tryna give my handy’s
if a prince, limo gray tints, whippin’ through surfers big birther(?) and a kitch
with a b-tch, think her names kim
speakin’ on my name so i push my blade in
[chorus]
i’ma 42 felon, i ain’t buying what your sellin’
shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
if he dies, he ain’t tellin’
in your ride, see your jealous
i’ma 42 felon, i ain’t buying what your sellin’
shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
if he dies, he ain’t tellin’
in your ride, see your jealous

- ribby247

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