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letra de reservoir dogs - rocket da goon

[verse 1: lil wop]
ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
your baby daddy broke, get his funds up, ayy
if you with the sh-ts, better put your guns up, ayy
i’m gon’ make him fall down if he run up, ayy
your b-tch is p-ssed around like some nunchuks, ayy
i be geekin’ off the xans but i’m up, ayy
runnin’ up that bag i need that guap i need them bucks, ayy
gucci on my toes and versace on my trunks, ayy
wop ain’t friendly, yeah my gun is all i trust, ayy

[verse 2: trippie redd]
n-gg-, get down, lay down
n-gg-, stay down, n-gg-, don’t play ’round
sit down, or we can get down
p-ssy boy, get down, yeah, lay down
choppa by my side, homicide, do or die
you and i, who am i? trippie redd, b-tch
yeah, she off the capital c (c)
off the capital o (o)
off the capital k (k)
off the capital e, that c-ke, okay now
talkin’ that sh-t you get hurt
talkin’ that sh-t you get murked
put a n-gg- on a shirt
put a n-gg- in the dirt
diamonds they shinin’ like brr
talking that “bird is the word” (ayy)
all that bullsh-t for the birds
diamonds they shinin’ like brr

[verse 3: rocket da goon]
kickin’ sh-t like nunchuks
sippin’ on lean, i’m a dumb f-ck
f-ck your b-tch in her gut gut
takeoff on pluto i’m stuck stuck
spikes on my wrist stay stud stud , ayy
bout to go kick me a door
pints of the lean, go po me a four
f-ck a n-gg- b-tch don’t want her no more
stay with my troops like g.i. joe
high fashion givenchy on my clothes, louis my toes, you know how it go
mash on a hoe, break for the door, ride with a pole
no kleenex but i wipe a n-gg- nose
max-b 40 with the beam and the scope
f-ck the n-gg- mean that he won’t smoke?
pull up right now in my young n-gg- cole
you already know how it go

verse 4: chris king
got this sh-t down to a science, ayy
jack nicholson in ‘the shining’, ayy
take all my drugs and combine them, ayy
droppin’ a four in a pint, ayy
my choppa should sing you should sign ’em, ayy
i’d rather (?)
i’m getting money all kind of ways
(?)
f-ck all them hoes t
(?) and party favors
gripping the ladder like hardy boys
its won-ton bomb on the table
you know the rules of a snotty
i might go catch me a body
(?)

- rocket da goon

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