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letra de ig - richtogod547

[joe exotic verse 1:]
n-ggas be cappin, we shoot em up, they on ig trollin we k!ll em n-ggas (b-tch yeah)
ar with a drum, red beam on the gun (b-tch yeah)
get your ass smoked, we don’t run (b-tch)
run up if you want, get done (yeah)
fifty shots in the k, we don’t duck (b-tch)
treat a n-gga like a b-tch, put a n-gga on a t-shirt (b-tch)
we gon’ f-ck up the opps, yeah, they gettin’ hurt (b-tch)
he got marked, we went and got revenge (b-tch yeah)
choppa gon’ pop out the cut like a fin (naw fr)
we don’t do no talkin’, we just get it in
all of my n-ggas, they with the sh-ts
f-ckin’ on b-tches, we don’t do no kissin’
dead ops in my goyard, i’m off x pills, told dawg to pop a perc, he poppin’ pills
hollows hit ’em, they poppin’ still
glock with a d-ck, i got a chopper with a banana clip (b-tch)
shots hit his body, he on the ground, droppin’ sh-t
she got out the shower but she still stank (aye) this b-tch callin my phone for money, told her i don’t have it, hop out the v and throw couple shots at you and your b-tch
once you die there ain’t no comin back, i want you to be my wifey, i can take you to the mall and buy you what you want
slime ball, we aim for the head, that’s it, n-gga p-ss me off, i almost shot him (ok)
she eat the d-ck like some cereal, your husband a b-tch, he talkin tough sh-t, pull up and get him wacked, spin on the opps, we do drive-by’s at night time

[lil richlee verse 2:]
hit him with the mac-11 (ok yeah) your brother a hoe, we pull up on him and leave him dead in the street
send em the load, my n-gga quan, will bust a grape, we ain’t together, why you callin me bae (get on b-tch)
f-cked my teacher, she got great head (great head)
ay, pull up with sticks and we hop out with glizzys
and i’m on that henny, i’m off of them meds, don’t judge me, i’m heavy
b-tch, i’m a dog like i’m scooby, y’all n-ggas p-ssy, y’all scared (p-ssy)
heard he was talkin that sh-t, then we put them guns to his head (p-ssy)
run up on me, get wet (run up), get hit with the stick like a bat (b-tch)
once i see you, it’s game over, shorty wants some money, but i ain’t got none (yeah)
he said he wants smoke, so i give it to him, turn a opp into a pack, smoked him, she gave me sloppy in the backseat, xd25 send em a blitz then we make him leak (b-tch n-gga)
she wanna f-ck, i got them zippos, glock came with a switch, he got k!ll for all of that dissin
posted in the slums, green tip, them n-ggas hoes, they always dissin and sh-t
they k!llied your cousin, you haven’t caught no bodies
big glock knock a n-gga off his feet, gettin to em bands, left a stain, these n-ggas be on my d-ck so bad, they can’t even breathe (yeah)
i’m gettin’ money
i’m in a lamb’, i’m doin’ the speed
he said he want beef, we put him on a tee (yea)
put him on a shirt, make his ass rest in peace
he said he want smoke, well we got plenty
n-gga, you ain’t never shot n0body, i know that you lying

- richtogod547

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