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letra de cpr - saint balenci

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[hook]
thirty round mag we shoot full auto
pump your chest like cpr
hit that l!ck then go to the store
then we pull tapes out of the vcr

i’m just like o dog when i grip that gauge
society moves like i’m a menace
c-ck that back then i blast with rage
put holes through your t–th then fix like dentists
[verse 1: saint balenci]
bad b-tch she’s moving moody
wants me to settle down drop that grind
wallahi babe double rs on my vision
vvs cuts that’ll leave her blind

see i can’t fight i’m a public enemy
temptation steady on my line
ibrahim calling, opps still rolling
bismillah spill blood like wine

my team stays up it could nevеr be broke
brother talks tough cos hе’s from them trenches
wallah i got packs and potions
eyes too hazey i don’t feel senses

she said bend me in the bentley, gently
smacked her ass then i made that entry
navy seals when we move in silence
extended clips pop shots like sentries

it could never be them, fake
stole from your brother like that, snake
spot that opp see his soul, take
shake her ass like an earth, quake
beef still raging like whole, steaks
flimsy oppas they all, flaked
show crew love i’m not, drake
cash rules everything, pound, cake

[bridge]
see i’m not one of them when i take these trips
cos i circle two-three times don’t miss
and if i run out i reach to the back
cos ibrahim’s back there holding clips

when you hear that audi speed right past
best duck your head cos we’ll shatter that glass
and you best believe that we’re still lowkey
no face no case when we rock them masks

[hook]
thirty round mag we shoot full auto
pump your chest like cpr
hit that l!ck then go to the store
then we pull tapes out of the vcr

i’m just like o dog when i grip that gauge
society moves like i’m a menace
c-ck that back then i blast with rage
put holes through your t–th then fix like dentists
[verse 2: saint balenci]
wait, hold on let me get that
not pop smoke but we ain’t with the chit chat
spin that one-two times we spin that
just pop that big guns how we get back

mindset, faded
cold sweat, jaded
bad one in the back raking
you want my sh-t then come take it

them knives don’t bend
split you open no we don’t mend
you ask for war so now we just send
guns aimed straight the bullets don’t bend

your girl hit me up, meet at the ends
do her real dirty pass to my friends
she came back home he could smell my scent
put him six feet under not the weeknd

drive real quick you know we’re speeding
misleading, when the drill’s too easy
want me a fight i don’t need no reason
hole in your chest it’s shotgun season

real live dons when we move too active
gun still smokey up in broad day
i’m in the t house with an opp that’s captive
no suspect got the wickedest aim

- saint balenci

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