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letra de stop frontin - scru face jean

[intro: scru face jean]
woah, hahaha
aw man, they know who it is
shout out to the nation, hahaha
this ain’t for the faint of heart, haha
no softies allowed, why?
look
thehitbrainiac

[chorus: scru face jean]
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me (facts)
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
yeah they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me (look)

[verse 1: scru face jean]
but n-ggas done tried to k!ll me like 38 times, it’s litty, like i’m gonna die, they silly
i ride with n-ggies that put so much blood in your city, it look like we side with the billies
a slice with diddy, but that n-gga kinda busy, so i had to slide with shizzy
and fivio foreign said “if they start warrin’, then spin on ‘em n-ggas,” now i’m kinda dizzy
i’m the prince but i’m scarred like zuko, big bulldog it bark like cujo
ain’t a gang, i ain’t tryna bang, but i’ve seen more hand signs than naruto
when i throw hands ain’t no motherf-ckin’ jutsu, two deuce deuce for these n-ggas that’s coo-coo
who choose to talk ‘bout all of scru’s moves, two cans will show you sweeter than fruit loops, bang
some n-ggas got tricks up they sleeves for n-ggas that diss on the sneak
bl!cker could squeeze and you could be christopher wallace or you could be christopher reeve
sh-t isn’t sweet, and i ain’t a gangsta at all, i’m just a man with some b-lls but i’ll keep it tall
you mention my people, my n-gga, and i’ll go inside of your jaw, d-mn
k!llmonger, but i’m so panther fisted, you rats and you kittens think you animalistic
until a lion roar and now you a cricket, now we cookin’, keep your ass out the kitchen
a jabber jaw, now his ass is a victim, stab katanas in his back in a minute
or black hondas with some savages in it pullin’ up like what’s happenin’, n-gga
[chorus: scru face jean]
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me (facts)
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
yeah they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me

[bridge: vi seconds]
yeah
who that, who that, who that, juice back, juice back, ugh
two clap, two clap, that’ll leave you blue black, blue black, ugh
who that, who that, who that, juice back, juice back, ugh
two clap, two clap, that’ll leave you blue black, yo

[verse 2: vi seconds]
look, i’m ‘bout the money
y’all n-ggas talk ‘bout them problems till n-ggas end up at your throat
y’all n-ggas funny, only time we gonna tie is me over your head with a rope
stop bein’ goofy, i’ll leave you slept with no mickies, i pull up on you better duck
i’ll make it a movie, when i hit you rats with the mini, for every dollar it’ll buck
look, like bang bang, mick foley, cross me, get sh-t holy
i’m your big homie’s big homie, and i ain’t even that big, homie
ashin’ a blunt, i’ll make your gang think that you’re such a disgrace
run up in your place, you’re get your sh-t broken up or i’ll let it dump in your face
loyalty’s somethin’ most y’all n-ggas don’t get
money’s somethin’ most y’all n-ggas don’t get
i move different, y’all get angry, oh well
oh sh-t, you’ll kiss nina and she won’t tell
[chorus: scru face jean]
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me (facts)
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
yeah they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me (aw man)

[verse 3: vi seconds & scru face jean]
who tryna talk to the gawd? lemme take a sec to floss, i don’t take calls
i like my broads with no bras and none of my diamonds have flaws
said that because we don’t talk ‘less you a boss, reroute your words or your fam take the loss
clap the toolies while i’m holdin’ my b-lls, summer pop, it’s a plot when he falls
fall dawg, it’s time for the war, they talkin’ heat till it’s inside of their jaw
my ride-or-dies have just been dyin’ to ride on guys, it’s fight or flight, we ain’t tryin’ to talk
pop a p-ssy till his hymen is scarred, n-ggas singin’ like they’re diana ross
that’s the reason that these liars get off ‘cause loyalty can never ever be bought
anywho, anywho, i’m vi, i be chillin’ in a tier you aren’t invited
fumblin’ your math but worried how mine is, if a hand adds in, parts get divided
i don’t break bread unless i see fits, it ain’t no secret, i won’t let you see sh-t
i let the piece spit, you turn to pieces, i make my peaces and then i’m peacin’
word, ‘cause when we reach him, we’ll get to feastin’ and then decease him
the only greetin’ is homies reachin’ for loaded pieces, like oh my jesus
we know your weakness, you phony weak b-tch, sh-ll his whole body, togepi sh-t
ho we need chips, ain’t no secret, ’cause i heard bape got new releases, ah
[chorus: scru face jean]
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me (facts)
bang bang, pullin’ up with the gang, bet you n-ggas gon’ run on me (skrt)
homi homi, f-ck around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (d-r-r-ah)
p-ssy n-ggas tried to set me up, thought they ’bout to go dumb on me (you thought)
yeah they tried and they tried, but none of these b-tches can front on me (aw man)

- scru face jean

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