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letra de 4 4 4 - scy jimm

[intro: reace sosa]
reace sosa out that mafia
jimm, what the business?
(rastaa)

[verse 1: scy jimm]
ayy, i ain’t performin’ they don’t let me in with that four pound
put a suppressor on that b-tch, now it don’t make no sound
i don’t give a f-ck how up i am, b-tch, it still can go down
quick to take a n-gga b-tch, you better not bring yo’ ho ’round
how the f-ck you shootin’ with your eyes closed? you can’t be serious
don’t wear no hats, it ain’t no f-ckin’ cap inside my lyrics
i just spent a f-ck n-gga rent on some amiris
i ain’t gotta show my fire, everywhere i go, just know i’m near it
[verse 2: reace sosa]
got real work, see you, i’m shootin’ first, it ain’t no other way (dumb, dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb)
dumbway swing this b-tch to rod wave, bet you can’t stop this ‘k (dumbway, dumbway-dumbway-dumbway)
you play, you lay, we leave sh-t fish filleted, get clapped all in your fadе (dumb)
you get drenched for all that tryna fadе, better leave that in eighth grade (dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb-dumb)
givin’ cash ’cause you just talkin’ tough, you know who put sh-t up (dumbway)
outstanding members out that mafia, play with them, i’m suitin’ up (i swear to god)
hold it down for all my n-ggas locked who forced to watch that clock (free my n-ggas)
stand on business for my n-ggas gone, i love to k!ll the opps (standin’ on that business)
i be swervin’ with a glock and a chop’, it’s just me in the car (dumb)
i catch my opp and turn him ‘to a star, now they know who you are (dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb-dumb)
get up close, not shootin’ from afar, look like you popped a bar (dumbway, dumb-dumb)
all that actin’ like you with it and you ain’t never got in that car (dumb-dumb, b-tch)

[verse 3: mari montana]
plenty shots off in this booth with me, i’m dressed in off-white (off-white)
i’ll mask up, walk down in this same fit to sn-tch a opp life (opp life)
love to swing my bl!ck, i flip the switch, and knock your top back (i knock that top back)
overk!ll, he dead, but i ain’t stoppin’ ’til it lock back (boom-boom-boom)
we got jars, just need the wheels, ain’t been long since my last k!ll (nah)
i’m outstanding on them drills, we make it hard for an opp to live
they steady screamin’ “stop the violence,” we the ones who been behind it (i swear to god)
i got members dead and gone, so i’m forever catchin’ bodies (dumb)

[verse 4: wam spinthabin]
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you, n-gga, time to k!ll, don’t need a pill
i’ll suit up and get in gear, i’m overactive, on the real
me and sosa get up close, bust your sh-t for all that dissin’
murder one on any day, keep that mafia out your mention
long live wiz, you know it’s up, doa, this sh-t get wicked
.308 done liftin’ sh-t just for actin’ like he livin’
4-2, that’s the murder crew, double-m, know we the biggest
at a show or all in traffic, you get hit up with this glizzy
[outro]
rastaa
rastaa
rastaa

- scy jimm

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