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letra de tesla - shabazz pbg

[chorus]
glock on me, ain’t no russian roulette
50 round on me, i run up a check
shooters with me and they aimed at your neck
lil b-tch p-ssy drippin, diamonds vvs
i got that sh-t off a check
dog dirty like that b-tch need a vet
hop out the honda and hop in the vette’
whippin’ babies, please don’t call cps
walkin’ pharmacy n-gg-, cvs
slide on the opps, we don’t need gps
n-gg-s p-ssy, i’ma lay em’ to rest
walk down quiet, just like a tesla

[bridge]
count up a 100
let my b-tch count up the rest
i got a bad b-tch in a jet
pull up on a n-gg- block, leave em’ wet

[verse 1]
beat up the block like a muf-ckin’ champ
fore’ christian louboutins, i had to vamp
when you come outside, lil b-tch i be campin’
bout’ to make a play, yo b-tch out here dancin’
bankroll in my pocket, bout’ to f-ck up magic
i ain’t finessin’, you bought it lil n-gg- so here you can have it
sippin’ high tech, but i’m in love with percs
too much pain, that sh-t don’t even work
n-gg-s snitchin’ for the feds, they be workin’
can’t fall out bout’ a b-tch cause she not even worth it
n-gg-, do you know your worth?
sippin’ on red, not purp
bad b-tch with me, she perfect

[bridge]
100 round on me, i just came to visit
bad b-tch ridin’ with me in a coupe
lil n-gg-, you want it? come get it

[verse 2]
i got a 50 round on me too
old $100s, mix em’ in with the blues
got a pistol, but you won’t even shoot
hang with demons, they got loose screws
only sip clean, n-gg- you sippin’ fu
poppin’ bottles, but i still pour a deuce
if i pull it out, you know i’m goin’ shoot
break it down, and turn one into two
pounds of gas movin’ faster than boot
i’m on the highway like a state troop
one call, and i tell em’ to shoot
sippin’ codeine with the percs, i need two
n-gg- say he slidin’, but never do
i’m runnin’ it up, n-gg-s stuck like some glue
p-ssy -ss rapper, got robbed for your shoes
been did jimmy choo, now i got chanels
slide in the audi, look how it fishtails
f-ck a rapper, i been rappin’ them bells
left the studio, bout’ to make a sale
cali og, triple wrap, ain’t no smell
keep it on me, lil n-gg- f-ck the jail
pull up and meet me out back of the sh-ll
i got the gas [?and the mid from the mail?]

- shabazz pbg

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