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letra de full wass (never cared remix) - st (67)

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before i step ’round there i check the snap (where they at?)
uninvited, we’ll be jumping out on w-ss
keeping up the f-ckeries like jenner’s and kardash’
ain’t no switching sides ’round here, if you come ’round you’re getting whacked (bow, bow)
n-gg-s talking tough, their cv’s never match (nope)
i see —– in the air but they claim we’re shooting blanks
—– ran to jakes when he nearly got slapped (dash)
if we hear you’re shooting vids, we’re pulling up and that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
n-gg-s talking gun talk, but never back it (where they at?)
don’t lack for p-ssy, hold a bullet from a catfish (bow, bow)
i heard they’re tryna get back, i find that funny
lose a member every year, the other side’s been unlucky (hah)
i been laying low since i heard the obbo got the bros (free ’em)
feds did a sweep, twenty ‘chines, that was not a joke
still on the market, tryna buy up like a ocean sh-ll
got a wap for my future t’ug, he wants all the smoke
i could never trust a b-tch, you’ll never catch me loved up (no way)
jeet in my paigon’s girl, while that n-gg-‘s locked up
beating up their b-tches just becah they f-ck with us
hope you push them to the edge so they decide to line you up (jokers)
guys forgetting they got beef when they see the son
smoking off with the smoke but i ain’t smoking bud (nope)
get hit up with the shh, turn to a cali bud
which opp pack’s in the air, is it —–? (bow, bow, bow)
if you check the scoreboard now you’ll know the sixty’s up (gang)
i can’t leave my house without having a blicky tucked
pull up on the opps for fun, we just be shootin’ up (bow, bow)
then we hop back in the ride and then we’re rippin’ off (skrrt)
why these n-gg-s think they’re safe cah they’re in jail?
my brudda screams in every jail, he’s known to raise h-ll (free him)
you ever ran a n-gg- down and wet his chest out? (ching)
h-lla man up in thameside got me stressed out
everybody screaming gang but they don’t bang (they don’t bang)
how you leave your bro? i thought he was your man (how?)
too many drillers tried to slide out in the van
didn’t work, we were stressing, had two .40’s and a ren
late night lurking, we be purging, me, sj and m (gang)

- st 67

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