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letra de nothing personal (part one) - snap capone

[verse 1:snap capone]
in that cla talking mad greaze
it’s headshots when i slap these
guns in my pocket like some house keys
i’ll shoot the whole strip then i’m outie
i know the feds wanna mark duggan me
but i stay with my stick still ducking d’s
got some fresh dots, rettas and some fresh glocks
i know the plug, i phone him up “i need ten box”(ten boxes)
if they send subliminals we’ll send ten shots
n-ggas gone mad f-cking round with me(crazy)
the ak down my legs real casually
cause a casualty redrum catastrophe
i’m whipping up food, this ain’t scrambled eggs
the budge same colour as malcolm x
i’m in the x4 talking c0ke prices
gonna rob the l1ck if the price rises
i make the heat rise like the f-cking climate(rise it up)
thirty shots to his chest, leave him lifeless
in the kitchen whipping chicken tennessee
a half a chicken, n-gga that’s eleven g’s(half a brick)
550 shoes b-tch st.laurents(ok ok ok ok)
if she see this money, i bet she comes (“bet she gonna come)
i’m going to f-ck these b-tches… one by one(get in line)
i’m strapped with this big terminator gun(yeurghhh)
my n-ggas doing life, i’m still optimistic(free my n-ggas)
you’ve never caught a body, let’s be realistic(let’s be real)
if a body got dropped, you know i did it(snap capone!)
from pecky to wooly, they know i blow my biscuit(ok!)
i don’t rate man, the tre wave spray man
i tan skin, spray tan, i’m a grave man(cal-ss)
the mossberg pump, that’s the broomstick(that’s the broomstick)
one dump chump, you’ll be wounded(boom)
look, i was in jail riding stiff time(i was in jail)
now it’s eighteen carat gold on my wristline(styling)
i’ll send one hundred sh-lls when it’s stick time(boom boom boom)
the mac turn your face into fragments
i only speak money, i don’t know broke language
getting head in that pearl white aston vanquish(aston martin)
your n-gga got merced, never ride for him
my stick foreign, whip foreign, chick foreign
d-ck blowin
wrist glowin
make a k!lling off that white girl pistorius (oscar)
counting up racks, free older snap
free nuttie too
the slug will split your mind in two
i’m a banger on my ones, i don’t need no crew
you’ll be hooked to tubes
when the uzi booms
n-ggas say it’s beef, so i’m loading up
look, i could have his chest all opened up

- snap capone

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