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letra de scarface - smokeygm

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[verse 1]
kick that b-tch had to give her back to her babydaddy

i’ll prolly see the pin if i don’t make it rappin

n-ggas call me when they need me cuz i make it happen

you ain’t ever outside bro we know you cappin

yeah them raps sound cool, stick to rappin

homie i’m a different breed, smokey far from actin

this sh-t pumpin through my veins like a iv

rap n-ggas gettin checked like a id

i’m on heads like a hood when it’s cold out

if you ain’t heard about me i’m the n-gga you should know bout
everytime the mob show out we bring them poles out

it’s gettin real tricky and i know they want my dome now

hoes round for the clout and it make me sick

imma get it out her ass, rap don’t make me rich

knocked a square during tax season made it flip

yeah she tried to act surprised when i played the b-tch

i go stupid, dumb, schizo

she a nympho and that’s who you kissed on

b-tch i’m in these streets f-ck rap f-ck a diss song

i’m the teacher and n-ggas gettin sent home

n-ggas tryna test my g’s but i’m ten toes

catch em lackin then it’s over, ten fold

if the b-tch run 7 i need 10 more
disrespectful ass n-gga you get dissed on

press lines, and i dare a n-gga to cross mines

leave him sittin at that stop sign

b-tch i need all eyes sold a dream it was all lies

upped it on em now he cross eyed

got em lookin foolish

“who did that?” b-tch the goons did

roll crew wit these tool kits

did it for a new fit, couple chains and a new whip

hot boy i need coolant

[chorus]
scareface b-tch i’m feelin like i’m tony

watch yo b-tch bro she on me

had to beat that b-tch ass like i’m jody
and i gotta duck the jakes cuz they want me

scareface b-tch i’m feelin like i’m tony

watch yo b-tch bro she on me

had to beat that b-tch ass like i’m jody

and i gotta duck the jakes cuz they want me

[verse 2]
peep this, yeah i catch every sneak diss

finna let 223’s rip

yeah i need a freak b-tch, i need a b-tch that run cheese in

in her pockets till her jeans rip

aye n-gga all that, no cap this is all facts

yanked a b-tch by her bra strap

cheese yeah i hog that

n-gga where the f-ck my dawgs at

packed him out where yo jaws at

hold on stick shift flip, i’m sliding up with the goonland

this sh-t hit like cocaina and 2 xans

two more flips and i’ll be up like a few bands

free the stich lips out of jail cells and blue pants

blue vans the valley kicks i bossed up

no i ain’t an athlete but you get crossed up

he h-lla mad over that thot fist balled up

lock up, sike it ain’t no fades you get popped up

letras aleatórias

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