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letra de insanity - sinoda

[intro]
that’s my favorite song
play yo’ sh-t
praise yo’ sh-t
that’s my favorite song
play yo’ sh-t
praise yo’ sh-t
that’s my favorite song
play yo’ sh-t
praise yo’ sh-t
that’s my favorite song

[chorus 1]
bands in the coupe
she rocking with the crew now
coming for the loot
i should ‘prolly get a move now
pick up the tool
f-ck a black and a blue now
diamonds for the crew now
hunned bills are blue now
round up the troops
and salute for the new sound
tryna cop it fast
call lil’ b-tch
i got two now
shots aim at me?
motherf-cker, put the tool down
running through the street
blaka-blaka
lay that b-tch down
[verse 1]
bang!

ice stone on my wrist now
if i ain’t got the tooly then i better use my fist, wow
run up through the city with a blast, take a b-tch out
i ain’t ever pull a trigger, but my shooters know how

b-tch i’m here, take a look now!

crazy in the city
mr. chow with the roof down
cameras aim at you now
choppas aim at you now
how my pockets thick, how?
i might kick that b-tch down

with that rock, check that [?] bow
watch my hands, watch my fist, ow
do yo’ dance in that big crowd
hold my bands, f-ck my bank account!

[chorus 2]
bands in the coupe
she rocking with the crew now
coming for the loot
i should ‘prolly get a move now
pick up the tool
f-ck a black and a blue now
diamonds for the crew now
hunned bills are blue now
round up the troops
and salute for the new sound
tryna cop it fast
call lil’ b-tch
i got two now
shots aim at me?
motherf-cker, put the tool down
run through the streets
blaka-blaka
lay that b-tch down

[verse 2]
bang!
bang, lil’ b-tch love my name
watch the fame, it flame
then you won’t act the same
hold my chain, remain
far distance while i slay
do my thang
insane
print yo’ face on my rang

hear the shots
here the cops
hear the shots
here the cops!

while i rock
take a shot
at yo’ block
we load [?]
dont give a f-ck
i might pop
and you’ll stop
i dont talk
hear my glock
watch me rock
bullet shots
im so high
b-tch, im not
givin’ a f-ck
[?]
outta luck
think you’re tough?
i am rough
run it up
im in love
run it up
i dont love
run it up
not enough
run it up
that’s enough
that’s enough…

[outro]
bands in the coupe
she rocking with the crew now
coming for the loot
i should ‘prolly get a-
yuh! yuh! yuh!

- sinoda

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