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letra de two toned blick - south strip

[intro: constant]
this is my rifle
there are many like it, but this one is mine
my rifle is my best friend
it is my life, i must master it as i must master my life
my rifle without me is useless
without my rifle, i am useless
ayy (i must fire my rifle)

[chorus: constant & coolboifresh]
and i got a two-toned bl!ck, i cannot lie
two-toned bl!ck, i cannot die
as i load up my rifle, i can fly
mama gribbin’ the bible, so i’m gon’ fire
yeah, i do not f-ck with no pesticides
these n-ggas digital, no, they not criminals
jump on my d-ck, it’s like exercise
know you be p-ssy, you way too subliminal
woah, b-tch, i— woah, woah, bro
b-tch, i— woah, okay, likе
woah, b-tch, i— woah, bro
woah, b-tch, i— woah, okay, like

[verse 1: shwinn]
ayy, i got a two-toned bl!ck with an all-black grip
four-five bullеts rip through your stomach and lift
don’t talk like you done walked in with a stick
they ain’t stop makin’ guns when they made yours
shwinny copped the m14, who want it with me?
put the m1 in the back of the m3
take the clip off the bottom of the gun, empty
lil’ boy, like why the f-ck you comin’ at me?
[chorus: constant & coolboifresh]
and i got a two-toned bl!ck, i cannot lie
two-toned bl!ck, i cannot die
as i load up my rifle, i can fly
mama gribbin’ the bible, so i’m gon’ fire
yeah, i do not f-ck with no pesticides
these n-ggas digital, no, they not criminals
jump on my d-ck, it’s like exercise
know you be p-ssy, you way too subliminal
woah, b-tch, i— woah, woah, bro
b-tch, i— woah, okay, like
woah, b-tch, i— woah, bro
woah

[verse 2: shogee2k]
i’m like, “yes, sir”
two-toned bl!ck just to match a pair of ricks when i f-ck her on the dresser
food court pressure, ain’t no food for thought, p-ssy
i was scr-pin’ at the pot, dealin’ sh-t i couldn’t measure
on a different level, b-tch, don’t you take up my free time
throw up the peace sign, p-ssy, i’m watchin’ your bezel
pay them to swerve out the nissan
shwinny my brother, no wonder i play heavy metal
like, how many b-tches want a piece of my pie?
(mm-mm-mm, d-mn) that’s a whole lot of b-tches
b-tch, stop k!llin’ my vibe
took a lil’ pitstop, pimpin’ my ride
b-tch i’m a mac, no figure [?] then i keep a mac (brrt) get it inside[?]
i got that two-toned bl!ck and i cannot—
[chorus: constant & coolboifresh]
and i got a two-toned bl!ck, i cannot lie
two-toned bl!ck, i cannot die
as i load up my rifle, i can fly
mama gribbin’ the bible, so i’m gon’ fire
yeah, i do not f-ck with no pesticides
these n-ggas digital, no, they not criminals
jump on my d-ck, it’s like exercise
know you be p-ssy, you way too subliminal
woah, b-tch, i— woah, woah, bro
b-tch, i— woah, okay, like
woah, b-tch, i— woah, bro
woah, b-tch, i— woah, okay, like

- south strip

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