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letra de moss - suckrball

[chorus]
i pop me a perc i get in my mode, yeah
10 toes down ain’t breakin’ no 4
got 19 fire, 19 years old
came from the mud nah n-gga no bap
n-ggas saying they kin then you’ll get blitzed
tryna f-ck with this sh-t n-gga that my hoe
these b-tches be snakes tryna get your lo
can’t go for that sh-t they’ll get you gone

[intro]
d-mn
(you’ve tried everything)
twin stay servin’ that dope get gone for the high
(not yet)
i get sh-t for the low
(i have one more card to play)
come on, come on, d-mn, come on, yeah

[verse]
d-mn, twin stay servin’ that dope get gone for the high, i get sh-t for the low
i really be slimin’ i wipe that nose
can’t tell on the guys gotta stick to the code
you stay in the crib we slidin’ right now we k!llin’ your bro
it sound like a truck way you workin’ that pole
got fire in my jacket ‘fore sh-t get cold
sh-t get cold, if sh-t get greasy
she all on my phone, she blowin’ my mind, she sayin’ she need me
n-gga i ain’t never need sh-t
run in the trap you lost ’em a brick
you can’t come home ’till you get that fixed
my n-gga too gone, he just love sinnin’
he up at your mind, [?] got bl!cked
think you the sh-t i stay in control
gotta watch for snakes see you playin’ that role
play with the gang leave your name on stone
i run up racks i ain’t askin’ my phone
[chorus]
i pop me a perc i get in my mode, yeah
10 toes down ain’t breakin’ no 4
got 19 fire, 19 years old
came from the mud nah n-gga no bap
n-ggas saying they kin then you’ll get blitzed
tryna f-ck with this sh-t n-gga that my hoe
these b-tches be snakes tryna get your lo
can’t go for that sh-t they’ll get you gone

i’m chasin’ that money i ain’t worried ’bout ho’s
that bankroll call i pick up my phone
twin really be steppin’, collectin’ these souls
i really be steppin’, collectin’ these poles
say she a junkie she play with her nose
she wan’ hit the za you gotta hit all the bros
14 off a xanax, no joke
this sh-t real life n-gga i ain’t gon’ post
she geekin’ off k she outta control
she only got [?]
she facin’ a pill with a cup of patron
n-ggas too throwed this b-tch done froze
i roll up exotic this sh-t got me chokin’
sh-t hit strong, lil’ sh-t buns
n-ggas too fanned they in love with the posts
pop out with blatt leave you wet like the ocean
i let off that choppa it sound like explosion
broll in my pockets, man d-mn i’m too bloated
been havin’ these b-tches before i had motion
the whip so fast, sh-t feel like we flowin’
(could you give us some of your political beliefs?)
(k!ll everyone now, condone first degree murder)
(advocate cannibalism, eat sh-t)

- suckrball

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