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letra de cut ya head off - rx peso

[intro: marqo 2 fresh]
they call me big marqo
el chapo, head honcho
need them stacks, need them racks, need them packs pr-nto
don’t make me call pablo
(tie that n-gg- up, bruh
k!ll that n-gg-, bruh)

[chorus: marqo 2 fresh]
gave that boy a pack, f-ck n-gg- ran off
i was so in luck, boy, you know you dead wrong
but it’s some consequences when you f-cking with a boss
pablo’ll tie you up and i’ma cut your head off
cut your head off, cut your head off
.223 will hit your neck and it’s gon’ cut your head off
cut your head off, cut your, cut your head off
it’s some consequences when you f-cking with a boss, n-gg-

[verse 1: marqo 2 fresh]
ay look
t-to, find out if that n-gg- stay there
we don’t play fair, guerrilla warfare
i’d have boosie pick your kids up from their daycare
ten, ten thousand on your b-tch head, n-gg-, that’s that weight fair
it ain’t no rules to this street sh-t
it ain’t no rules to the beef sh-t
catch a n-gg- down, [?] and give his -ss the whole clip
acrobatic chopper’ll make a n-gg- do a whole flip
pablo told me give them some land on a n-gg-
pull up on your block, you know i’m spraying on a n-gg-
they hopping out the whip, yeah, everybody hid
f-ck who outside, n-gg-, everybody get it

[verse 2: drugrixh pe$o]
it’s some consequences when you’re f-cking with the drugrixh
chopper hold a hundred
b-tch better have my money
i got the dope, ain’t no fronting it
in the dope hole, flipping onions
i’m geeked up like a mummy
and i love serving these junkies
real trap n-gg-, came from nothing
on the 1’5, bunking
mal kidnap your money
got the bando and the apartment bunking
no sleep ’cause the trap been jumping
catch a n-gg- pull up for dummies
cut your head off, straight ’bout money
drugrixh pe$o straight about the hundreds
addicted to hitech, i feel like a junkie
they know with the choppers, i keep me a hundred
if you f-ck with that pack, my n-gg-, i can’t front you
i send out my young n-gg-s, know that they want you
mony powr rspt, keep that in your couches
man, mal will cut your head off for nothing
finessing and jugging them pots and them bags
i’m drugrixh and i came from nothing

[verse 3: yung mal]
hopped in the ghost and i sped off
finessed for the cash, i’m dead wrong
rude boy? cut your dreads off
my b-tch, she kept placing her red bottom
they say he on top, but the feds got him
they say he got knocked, yeah, my man shot him
then they k!lled plug, my main partner
staying down and i’m still starving
just caught a jugg and i’m still hungry
in the dope hole, skywalking
your b-tch, she all on me
your rollie is stolen, i’m feeling like tony
the [?] just balman
you know that’s my brodie
i keep me a 30, i ain’t worried
i’m straight from new orleans, little whoadie
chop your head off

- rx peso

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