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letra de nuketown - stakkinnnn

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(intro)

round 1, fight!

(uh)
(n-ggas know what the f-ck it is man)
(bow)
(yea like what the f-ck?)
( bow, bow, bow, bow bow!)

(big stakkinnnn on this b-tch man i’m finna go crazy, real life snapping b-tch)

(like, like)

(hook)
we comin’ through yo block and burn sh-t down like we the ku klux klan

glock it got a d-ck that shoot i could’ve swore that bih was trans; caught em lackin’ on a date sorry for f-ckin’ up yo plans

now you got a date with death we send you right up to yo mans

like a mannequin we hold em down then leave em where he stand

we had to shoot em down to you think he doing track the way he ran; it don’t matter cuz we held that exit closed just like somе clamps
our offense crazy b-tch we throwin’ dots just likе the la rams

(verse 1)

tryna get up on that action, tryna get up on that top; give a f-ck if the light red because i’m never gonna stop

i been dangerous f-ck his body cause i’m aimin’ at his top, i be lying in my songs best believe none this sh-t is props

i’ah pop some sh-t in public we don’t care about no cop

my mans he pass the g like bron i call that sh-t the cannon lob, when i’m sliding best believe somebody dying that’s a lock

got a fast one that go “c-ck-a-doodle-doo” just like a clock (gunshot)

tryna speak up on my name that’s a wish for death to me (gunshot)

n-ggas stay acting confused it’s like yall smoking meth to me; she tell me that i’m who she want she sayin’ aj best to me, she be holding on real tight she just can’t stop caressing me (gunshot)

throw-throwin’ bullets he gon catch that b-tch like he was a.j. brown, left em dead and now his mama in the crib right with a frown

tryna cry about a b-tch that i be takin into town

when i’m in that sh-t i’m swimming and i love the way it sound

(hook)
we comin’ through yo block and burn sh-t down like we the ku klux klan
glock it got a d-ck that shoot i could’ve swore that bih was trans; caught em lackin’ on a date sorry for f-ckin’ up yo plans

now you got a date with death we send you right up to yo mans

like a mannequin we hold em down then leave em where he stand

we had to shoot em down to you think he doing track the way he ran; it don’t matter cuz we held that exit closed just like some clamps

our offense crazy b-tch we throwin’ dots just like the la rams

(outro)

(uhhh, bow)

(bow, bow, bow bow)

- stakkinnnn

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