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letra de get da anna off - sinista sistaz (tommy wright iii)

[princess loko]
these b-tches be k!llin’ me
they constantly talkin’ bout what they gon’ do to me
but i’m takin’ no chance of gettin’ caught slippin’
i’m cl!ckin’ on hoes that hate me
the devil’s inside ah me, controllin’ my thoughts
he’s tellin’ me what to do, he’s tellin’ me make a move
he tell me to test some hoes to see what they gon’ do
i be packin’ that pistol grip, i be packin’ that full clip
and i’m full ah that weed, i’m ready to go to war
retaliation on you haters you n-ggas gon’ bleed
on that strength i’m makin’ me a stang
pumpin’ a hole to a motherf-cka brain
showin’ no love to you n-ggas you b-tches
be k!llers, for realer ain’t nothin’ gon’ change
so f-ck what you haters be sayin’
i’m packin’ artillery that i be ready to blast
n-ggas be runnin’ and duckin’ and dodgin’
i’m blastin’ these bullets all up in they -ss
what the f-ck, are you talkin’ bout slugs pumpin’ get in ya sh-t
i’m tellin’ you n-gga i’m pullin the trigger and forever on up out it b-tch
p. loko bout my fire, we ready to take a ride, and do a hoe in
we jackin’ these b-tches we takin’ they riches
we layin’ em down for they dividends
i grip on the glock and i aim at ya dome
ya better be prayin’ that you not gon’ die
then shift out this motherf-ckin’ hoe, die motherf-cka die

[ms. vicious]
approachin’ a fake, standin’ alone
look like he’s known, for packin’ a tone
artillery loaded for b-tches who cl!ckin’
i’m sendin’ em straight to the funeral home
n-ggas and haters thought i wouldn’t make it
don’t fake it i’m keepin’ it real in yo face
eliminate b-tches who turn into snitches
and keepin’ these figures forever in place
it’s such a disgrace, how we can be turned into enemies
due to these rumours and lies
when i was your age, you chiefin’ and smilin’
but jealousy’s lookin’ me straight in the eyes
four type n-ggas do the same thang too
lovin’ hoes when ya check they ain’t gettin’ no better
waitin’ til the first born tell a few kids
n-gga p’s wearin’ hoes like a brand new sweater

[hook: repeat 4x]
dedicated to all ah you hoes i know this b-tch you better not test
bring yo pistol to the floor and get that anna off your chest

[ms. vicious]
mask on and buck them b-tches down
f-ck ’em up, stuck ’em up when we shootin’ rounds
let it rip when you slip, don’t you try to run
remember this, i’m the b-tch with the f-ckin’ gun
cause i’ma set it off, n-gga are you ready for this?
who runnin’ this sh-t?, the motherf-ckin’ top notch b-tch
you n-ggas wanna play wid me i’ma play wit you too
the infra-red at ya head, now, what you gon’ do
who told you, you could run up on a b-tch that’s real?
who told you, you could get away wid out gettin’ k!lled?
who told you, i ain’t quick enough to get in ya sh-t?
who told you, i ain’t quick enough to split yo wig?
murder murder, murder, what, b-tch get ’em
what ya say, what ya say huh?, run go get ’em
are you ready to go to war wid my n-ggas?
b-tch we k!llers wid triggers and we don’t bar n-ggas, whoa

[hook]

[princess loko]
now i’m back on another mission, fill a few k!llings and rotate
smith n wesson strap you n-ggas be makin’ my tension more valuableless
got you hot to the point where ya wanna do dirt
automatic when the cannon unload
how you gon’ t-tle and poet ya sh-t?
how you gon’ f-ck wid a devious b-tch?
k!ll or be k!lled, makin’ a deal
and i know you b-tches wanna see me bleed
bringin’ some stress wid my style and so now i want you
to just stay on a sack ah this weed
b-h-z, black haven zone is where i roam as you can see
ain’t no kool-aid in my blood, cause i’m a motherf-ckin’ m-a-c
i’ma leave you a knot and come let’s get it started
i hope you want none ah this sh-t
and b-tch my n-gga got somethin’ to say to you hoes
for those that don’t know, can eat on his d-ck
n-ggas don’t know how to be trusted and n-ggas
and n-ggas and haters be trustin’ my fame
but it’s so easy when dealin’ wid fame
you really don’t have to be trustin’ my name
wicked spirits, demons i find’ll be havin’ a way of controllin’ my thoughts
hoe it’s said the sh-t you do, but it’s yo life the sh-t gon’ cost
out at six, fancy clothes, desperation ’99
princess loko never had love for you b-tches and haters so stay outta mine

[hook]
(repeat til fade)

- sinista sistaz tommy wright iii

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