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letra de korrupt - rinsless

[intro]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f-ckin’ heaven
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
pl-pl-plxce, what the f-ck?

[verse 1]
i am so done with you f-cks talkin’ all that sh-t
why you- why you be tryin’ so hard? pack it up and quit
walkin’ around wit’ a vetements fit
all of these b-tches corrupt, that’s it
hah, they know i’m the sh-t
cry to your b-tch, get off of my d-ck
cop the f-ckin glock, yeah, i got a choppa
someone get him a f-ckin’ doctor
double b’s in my bag, b-tch, that boy ain’t gonna prosper
uh, catch him lackin’ on sight, yeah, got him leakin’ from my crosshair
double b’s in my bag, b-tch, that boy ain’t gonna prosper (prosper)

[chorus]
[?}, i don’t f-ckin’ care
b-tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h-lla f-ckin’ racks to share
si-sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f-ckin’ care
b-tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h-lla f-ckin’ racks to share
sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, uh, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f-ckin’ care
b-tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h-lla f-ckin’ racks to share
si-sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[post-chorus]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f-ckin’ heaven
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11

[verse 2]
smoke on your product, uh, uh
then, i go f-ck up your spot, b-tch
wonder what happened when my tommy switched
shoutout yung plxce, we gettin’ rich
b-tch, i’m outside with a muh’f-ckin’ gl!ck
hop in the whip, [?]
creepin’ in the cut, i stay stalkin’ with my motherf-ckin’-

[pre-chorus]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f-ckin’ heaven
d-d-double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
[chorus]
[?}, i don’t f-ckin’ care
b-tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h-lla f-ckin’ racks to share
si-sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f-ckin’ care
b-tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h-lla f-ckin’ racks to share
sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that

[outro]
[?}, i don’t f-ckin’ care
i-i-i don’t f-ckin’ care
[?]

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