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letra de my pistol - tg3 thr33

[intro: tg3 thr33]
six sh-t, you know
you know torch gang, n-gga (torch)
f-ck n-gga, torch gang sh-t, n-gga
me, myself and i, freestyle

[verse 1: tg3 thr33]
ayy, i told her, “we could f-ck, but i’m not with the kissin'” (nah)
facedown, yeah, i want your ass to the ceiling (uh)
yeah, my brother like curry, he don’t do no missin’ (no)
keep my eyes on the lurk if they look suspicious (keep my pistol now)
had to cut n-ggas off, they ain’t see my vision
ayy, she from the a, she work at piccadillys (fifties)
and she suck d-ck while she laughin’, she silly
i told her, “come jump in the water, free w-lly”
yeah, you know, big crip, but i cold call up a few billies (genie)
walk notorious north, no biggie (myself)
torch my chopper, it got some titties (nah)
ayy, thirty-six, thirty, now we is convicted (let’s go)
my opps wear fitted, now how i’m gon’ miss ’em?
ayy, drop that bag right ’cause bro gon’ k!ll ’em
ayy, cut that sh-t off, i was listenin’ to k!llers (nah)
man, boy, you a b-tch, did you hang with my sister?
all i need is my pistol (my pistol), i ain’t never need no ho (no ho)
don’t live it, them boys ain’t k!llers (they not), we got packs from the four and the o (yeah)
my losses finally turned to blessings (blessings), i’m in the studio now with coke
man, i ain’t gon’ lie, i made that sh-t look good back then, but i was broke (turn it up)
i used to be broke than a motherf-cker, now i got double g on my belt, n-gga (my belt, n-gga)
b-tch, i’m a baller like i was at records (records)
ayy, real gravedigger, i keep a shovel (keep a shovel)
you ain’t come from the bottom, don’t know ’bout the humble (humble)
had to break in the crib just to feed your lil’ brother
turn to a high n-gga like bobby shmurda
she ain’t gave me her love and i knew i was gon’ hurt her (go)
[verse 2: yung boss tevo]
ayy, drop them racks, they come in and hit
whenever it’s war, b-tch, i’m callin’ the six
ayy, faceshot gang, f-ck around, get hit (boom)
got a lil’ opp b-tch tryna take a pic (come on)
uh, i told her, “suck this d-ck”, she playin’
lil’ n-gga can’t even walk no more, n-gga thought sh-t sweet, when i up, it rain
ayy, i’m the one k!llin’ sh-t, keep it a band
all i need is my pistol and like two of my torch gang members (torch)
ayy, i’m the one started this real sh-t, these n-ggas know that i’m that n-gga
ayy, we seen catchin’ hats all young, talkin’ january ’til december
ayy, you can get your ass smoked for playin’, n-gga (no cap)
ayy, bape and off-white shoes everywhere i go i got a drillin’, let’s go
ayy, tell the spot ’em watch my sh-ts, that’s watch my back when i walk in the store
ayy, you on the big six, go through the four
ayy, catch you a hat, yup, wipe you a nose
ayy, we the ones that up the score, go up it again ’cause, what’s her name? got smoked
ayy, what’s her name? got smoked
i’m the biggest of ’em all, ybt feel like the pope
everywhere i go, that glizzy tucked right here in my coat
n-gga talkin’ stupid, i drop a ten right on the store, gang

- tg3 thr33

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