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letra de stocking cap - saigon

[saigon]
you bad?
keep kicking that soldier sh-t and i’ll unload a clip
put a f-cking hole in your du-rag
you don’t wanna fight me, hype me, motherf-cker and got touched
motherf-cker that’s too bad
you wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug
and now you using a doo-doo bag
family first and that’s til the day i’m under the earth, b-tch look

[verse]
yo, i be guzzling some henny and listening to many men
smoking some bud that got me red like an indian
when 50 say many men, wish death ‘pond him
feel him cause i know some kids that wish they did me in
but they couldn’t get me though
and now they see me, and al creep slow
for a g in the video
and n-gg-z hating our guts, cause they know
in the face where they girls probably taken our nuts
my name saigon n-gg-, i get any chick that i got my eye on n-gg-
stronger than corn liquor
nah i’m not a battle rapper
you talk sh-t and i’m a run this razor across your adams apple
i stand 5’7 and a quarter, but boy when i reach for that thing
i’m taller than yao ming
peddi p’s mac goes “bling” my mac goes “blat”
i hit you in your hat take that

[chorus x2]
this gun – and you can get popped with that
so b-tch run – when i c-ck it back
cause you know if i c-ck the gat, i’m a put a few holes in your stocking cap

[verse]
spit liver, not the kid you want to bother
your mom’s child destiny, well i’ll be her survivor
i was a robber, before i heard of big poppa
the dirty n-gg- in school with tools in his locker
can’t forget the vodka, dime bag of shocker
couple of sharp things that’ll send you to see the doctor
who am i – s to the a to the i and
when they say i bust that iron, they ain’t lyin
n-gg-z who know me, know
go ask them, say “sai his gun blow” they say “oh, for sure”
i can tell you mad sh-t that i did
and some sh-t that i got away with
but my lawyers advice me not to say sh-t
to keep sh-t basic, n-gg-z play sick we can all get ill
i’m jacking my man jason
if i’m a thug or not i ain’t got to rhyme bout
c’mon come fuuck with a n-gg- and find out

[chrous x2]
this gun – and you can get popped with that
so b-tch run – when i c-ck it back
cause you know if i c-ck the gat, i’m a put a few holes in your stocking cap

you bad
keep kicking that soldier sh-t and i’ll unload a clip
put a f-cking hole in your du-rag
you don’t wanna fight me, hype me, motherf-cker and got touched
motherf-cker that’s too bad
you wanted to play thug, and took the trey-8 slug
and now you using a doo-doo bag
family first and that’s til the day i’m under the earth, b-tch look

- saigon

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