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letra de crucifixion, pt. 2 - slumped 808

[verse: dedsol]
b-tch we pull up and we sippin’ on mud
if that p-ssy want smoke bet we ain’t scared of blood
if a n-gg- want weed than we got more than plugs
flip the pack for the gwap cause’ this money a drug
b-tch i take another puff till i can’t feel my lungs
got my hand on the blade with the ak tucked
if he wanna run up n-gg- we never duck
on our way to the top from our graves that we dug
pop that n-gg- like a tic tac, choppa yeah i rip that
big pack flip that, sauce like a big mac
bodies like a kick back, get yo wig split back
break him like a kit kat, we just want the big racks
b-tch we pull and we ain’t scared of no one
dependent on drugs cause’ that sh-t keeps me goin’
don’t play with the money that sh-t is controllin’
we start at the bottom the tops where we’re goin’

[chorus: pxrra]
i chase bag i don’t worry bout’ no b-tch
reloaded clip i don’t care bout’ no snitch
in for a bit bustin’ nuts then i dip
that’s yo sl-t why she givin’ me lip
pockets on fat pack, talk sh-t get smacked
hands up get clapped, yeah n-gg- get capped
sittin’ on tints in the back and the front end
go play your cards mother f-cker you bluffin’
i chase bag i don’t worry bout’ no b-tch
reloaded clip i don’t care bout’ no snitch
in for a bit bustin’ nuts then i dip
that’s yo sl-t why she givin’ me lip
pockets on fat pack, talk sh-t get smacked
hands up get clapped, yeah n-gg- get capped
sittin on tints in the back and the front end
go play your cards mother f-cker you bluffin’

[verse: pxrra]
go play your cards mother f-cker you bluffin’
strokin’ that b-tch while i’m f-ckin’ her cousin
don’t f-ck with that i don’t f-ck with no cuffin’
roll up a blizzy you know i’m straight puffin’
money minute made drivin’ fast, smokin’ gas i’ma elevate
ruga’ on me hands up get your pockets raped
racks get big, real big yeah heavy weight
pull up for a nut i’ma dip like f-ck a date
n-gg-s stay cappin’ bruh the f-ck is you sayin’
red dot got you f-ckin’ cryin’ and prayin’
toss her to the bros yeah you know i’m just playin’
throwin’ up c’s wearin’ red what you claimin’
feel like usain i’ma bolt when i book it
straight through your face and your brain had you shooketh
oh that’s your girl call her up then i took it
toss me a brick flip it up watch me cook it

[chorus: pxrra]
i chase bag i don’t worry bout’ no b-tch
reloaded clip i don’t care bout’ no snitch
in for a bit bustin’ nuts then i dip
that’s yo sl-t why she givin’ me lip
pockets on fat pack, talk sh-t get smacked
hands up get clapped, yeah n-gg- get capped
sittin on tints in the back and the front end
go play your cards mother f-cker you bluffin’
i chase bag i don’t worry bout’ no b-tch
reloaded clip i don’t care bout’ no snitch
in for a bit bustin’ nuts then i dip
that’s yo sl-t why she givin’ me lip
pockets on fat pack, talk sh-t get smacked
hands up get clapped, yeah n-gg- get capped
sittin on tints in the back and the front end
go play your cards mother f-cker you bluffin’

- slumped 808

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