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letra de ots - the mg's

[verse 1: pistol]
ok it’s ots and they know it
got the b-tches turnt up and they goin’
call me pistol b-tch i’m the coldest
feel like a hype all this dope i’m smokin’
just popped a molly i’m rollin’
got the whole squad with me they goin’
a n-gga dump at his body they blowin’
better use yo head fo’ yo sh-t get left open
i don’t got no time for these lames
no i won’t really f-ck with these lames
if a n-gga disrespect my name
cold steel red dot blue flame
hittin’ l!cks f-ck around and get stang
money where i came tell a n-gga keep the fame
these n-ggas fake we ain’t never been the same
he blow crack cocaine in the vein
i got dollar signs on my mind
i don’t really give these b-tches no time
i one night the hoe she ain’t mine
i don’t know why the f-ck she callin’ my line
heart break kid i leave them hoes cryin’
in this sh-t like murders no crime
sh-t’s so easy now i ain’t even tryin’
toke on the truth ya’ll know we ain’t lyin’
smoke dope get p-ssy that’s all i do
countin’ this paper n-gga what about you?
tell her to gut it my n-gga with the sh-ts too, menace in the booth, time for loose screws he a fool
tickin’ time bomb any minute go off, tryna’ show off get yo stupid ass broke off, ya’ll n-ggas so soft
and ion want talk
if it ain’t about money broke n-gga get lost
broke n-gga get lost, (broke n-gga get lost)
broke n-gga get lost, (broke n-gga get lost)
broke n-gga get lost, (broke n-gga get lost)
ya’ll n-ggas so soft and ion want talk, if it ain’t about money
broke n-gga get lost, (broke n-gga get lost)
broke n-gga get lost, (broke n-gga get lost)
broke n-gga get lost, (broke n-gga get lost)
squaaaaaaaaaaaaad!

[verse 2: ]
i f-cked yo b-tch now she stompin’
b-tch you ain’t ballin’ you walkin’
f-ck with me and you a dead n-gga
no boozy b-tch in this party
i’mma need you roll this dope up
loud is what she rollin’
his b-tch is what i’m poking, watch this solo b-tch i’m blowin’
n-ggas know i’m packin’
n-gga never know lackin’
you f-ck with me, you a dead n-gga
next up you gone meet yo coffin
all my n-ggas they blowin’
n-ggas know what they holdin’
my lil bruh took dook n-gga
d-mn everybody know he drummin’
broad day he get it crackin’
b-tch he ’bout that action
on truth or on a bird n-gga
you slide through you a dead n-gga
all my n-ggas tote glocks n-gga
you slide through you a dead n-gga
f-ck that charger and that impala
you n-ggas slide through, ya’ll dead n-ggas
my squad n-ggas, i put in work for my squad n-ggas
in squad i trust for squad i bust
i put in work for my squad n-ggas
shout out two times
shout out two times
free don wolf n-gga
free don wolf n-gga

- the mgs

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