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letra de thug life - shamoun kodi

[verse one]
aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been c-cked
spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock
hustle on dim blocks and sip henn-rock
draw quick, got a second hand like big ben clock (ya heard?)
reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind pop
fill your belly with ten shots; if i get hit
and you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shots
put beef in a slim jim box
b-tch you wanna pinch and win slot
clap lead until your big friend drop
n-ggas’ll front until i send chin shots
beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
’til one of us’ll get carried out on the thin cot
emergency room skin chopped by ten docs
got it locked like a bid in the state pen box
when i dares peers hangin to where my shin stop; before i struck rich
f-cked b-tches and k!lled ’em with a ten inch c-ck (f’real)
b-tch n-gga stuck him with a ten inch ock (y’know?)
bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this game
know the feds want the clique locked up
we love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors
my lil’ momma let lead dump from big poppa
even the jake surrounded the spread with pig choppers
that taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygen
like we in banks with hostages (what we want?)
all we want is minks and ostriches (what?)
diamond cuff links and proper sh-t
snitches left stinkin in carpet stiff

- shamoun kodi

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