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letra de assassinate - skinnyg

guggi gang, guggi mane, lil xan, lil wayne; bang bang in the brain tank
there’s no way i already pre-paid all my bill
and y’all already spendin’ y’all mills’ (yeah) chicken scratch, it’s a self-loathe i said h-ll no
writin’ down some notes cause i’m so broke and i can’t afford no clothes
play it back in the track smokin’ crack(it’s so dope)
i’m feelin’ so high i feel like i can touch the sky
feel like i can rewind back to recovery
and i’m back in a luxury play it back
gettin’ a heart attack on my nordictrack
fall back
feelin’ sad but “till i collapse” i’m spittin’ these facts
my backpack filled with fire crack
in fact i’m a need that back
just had a thot (thought)
this is an assault, i’m filled with distraught
don’t get caught, i just fought(off)
look at the clock y’all little f-ckin’ snot
i’m bout done with this sh-t
this is just a love tap; but it’s a critical hit
spendin’ y’all cash (yeah), bangin’ chicks (yеah), rappin’ bout sh-t (yeah)
thinkin’ y’all can fit in(yeah) well guеss what (bra)
i’m bout to turn the valium up cause i can’t hear (ya)
y’all like penicillin bashin’ y’alls cranium
i ain’t afraid of no alien
i don’t want to look at “future”
and future don’t got no future
not as long as i can mute him
i’m bout to stick my boot (up)
to teach you not too fool us
i’m the quiet one so i’m gonna pull out an ak-47
i’m kickin’ y’all in the rear
it’s hurting y’all so much y’all droppin’ a tear
i’m ballin’ up like mj tells
can’t you hear “the ringer” it’s a k-bell
i’m bringin’ her inside
sorry ma’am your cards decline
so don’t whine when you committed a crime
that’s fine as long as i don’t hear you ugly ass
i’m hittin’ you with a sandwich full of knuckle
sorry if i’m subtle i’m just trying to stay humble
for all y’all mumble jumble i’m gonna f-ckin’ pummel you
i’m gonna crumble you and that’s what’s comin’ to
better run take a dump on you
don’t wanna mess with joyner
(yeah)
i’m a lyrical master, i’m bashin’, and i’m clashin’ y’all heads
stickin’ my d-ckin’ and i’m pickin’ up the crib
i’m drinkin’ a pib
i’m doin’ it again i’m never gonna quite
don’t throw a fet i’m a take a hit
this is a non-political matter, i’m a imperial master
it’s a hysterical laughter and i’m spittin’ bullets even faster
i’m latchen’ the hatch drivin’ the past
i’m going 6 times 2 i’m hitting the dash, it’s too late i can’t hear you i’m going too fast
i hope all this gas last cause i don’t have time to be stuck in the past
hey is that izzy (pop) it’s a k!llshot
respect poppa doc and the og’s
told me
to get better cause the new game
could ruined me not unless if i keep spittin’ flames
r.i.p mgk just bought a lil yacht (eeee)
wait hold up
this is just a vocal warm up
“i’m stickin’ my wiener between her screener
you think i’m plannin’ a schemer
i just got a misdemeanor
and yes i’m gettin’ demeanor
that just your a f-ckin’ hoe
your a hurricane so you’ll just blow
i think y’all need to eat a crow
“and i’m here spittin’ flow
just know y’all are below me
y’all just might blow on me
not sorry if i’m being’ a schmo and
for me not to get p-ssed i have to take trazodone
y’all don’t know me but trust me i’m a beast
and i like eatin’ fresh meat bother me
i’ll knock your t–th out
gotta recount how many mumble rappers beaten’ out
i’m outside wit the heat out
y’all on a death row i’m like a pharaoh
wearin’ a sombrero and i don’t care if i got dinero
(haha) yeah
digin’ up your grave and i’m never ever gonna pray
i’m the predator and your my f-ckin’ prey
i’ll sent her a letter tellin’ her i took you down like a feather
i dress better, and i even look better
i don’t have any manners bout the sh-t i’ve handle
probably won’t win any medal

- skinnyg

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