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letra de scorpion death drop - the sparks foundation

[intro: a$ap twelvyy]
i’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
i’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
(la musica de harry fraud)

[verse 1: project pat]
you can’t let the left nor the right hand man do it
cause if they calculators move they may try to screw it
in the street anything goes, not just these hoes
police stickin’ d-ck in these snitches’ booty holes
crack dealin’, money flippin’, out here chasin’ me a million
stack my fritos to the ceilin’, tryna go old with my children
fearin’ nothin’ but god, ho -ss n-gg- ain’t got no heart
foreign ride, no key in, all i gotta do is push start
revolver start spinnin’ like a croc, only killin’
project keep the street, keep the street, real-real billy
a hundred with this sh-t n-gg-, understand me
i’m walking bankroll you can rubber band me
[hook: a$ap twelvyy]
i’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
i’m off the top, i be wylin’ for the thrill
i’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
i’m wreckin’ havoc, i ain’t even gotta kill
i’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
i’m off the top, whole crowd catch a chill
i’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
i’m wreckin’ havoc, i ain’t even gotta kill

[verse 2: smoke dza]
100 with the sh-t, n-gg- understand me
i’m killin’ kids quicker than the f-ckin’ plan b
you might catch me somewhere loaded where it’s hot and sandy
or i’m up in summer slam with my n-gg- randy
yeah i’m fresh 100 feet, they ain’t f-ckin’ with my street
it ain’t for everybody, give a sh-t if n-gg-s sleep
f-ck it, bring the body bags
hit him with that gotti swag
got no time to lolligag
all that hate, he probably mad
she playin’ with that p-ssy, it’s probably trash
might hit it then curve your -ss
hold up, settle down, hit the urban p-ss, i’m in it to win
hit sparks on the line like we did it again

[hook: a$ap twelvyy]
i’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
i’m off the top, whole crowd catch a chill
i’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
i’m wreckin’ havoc, i ain’t even gotta kill

[verse 3: trae tha truth]
king of the streets, graduated from housin’
tendered 100s, i keep like 1000
pull up in somethin’ the trunk’ll be poundin’
wet up the block leavin’ everything drownin’
smell me, i’m talkin’ like something is cookin’
and if you don’t, why the f-ck is you lookin’?
i am the ace, guarantee you mistook it
gangster sh-t look like it’s somewhere you book it
all i do is trap and cook white squares like it’s a napkin
thirty (?) sh-t can happen
show you bout money where you lackin’
i’m bout this chilla like a theorist
still rep for the dirty like i’m harry
this sh-t on lock, ain’t sh-t to carry
ain’t worried bout n-gg-s, n-gg-s scary
might just switch it up like i was mj in the jackson 5
dance across the work and show you how to keep the trap alive
pull up to her if, i had a team of soldiers like a (?)
i ain’t gon’ be more rehearsin’, i’ma play my gangster live

[hook: a$ap twelvyy]
i’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
i’m off the top, i be wylin’ for the thrill
i’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
i’m wreckin’ havoc, i ain’t even gotta kill
i’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
i’m off the top, whole crowd catch a chill
i’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
i’m wreckin’ havoc, i ain’t even gotta kill

- the sparks foundation

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