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letra de get whacked - theregomarcus

[intro]
(this one ride right here, ant)

[chorus]
ayy, when we pop on a b-tch, [?]
say she can’t take no more, it’s hurtin’
say she never sucked no d-ck, she lyin’
i bet she still get down suck mines
i’ll take the time for all my crimes, ion care if they think i’m lying
i won’t play fair if they ever try
youn want me? well that’s fine
i’ll leave wit’ me [?] gon’ get on they knees
7.62, it’ll rip through trees
supreme chrome heart on my sleeve
all the opps get whackеd like bees
everything i pour belong to mе
broke with a gun, he a refugee

[verse 1]
ayy, say f-ck him man, he don’t do sh-t and plus his ass a leech
[?], we tryna find a stage just like some bleachers
ayy, them boys gon’ bust yo’ brain
you play they leave you dead up in the street
i was gon’ set it up, might see, but never mind, hop out on feet
like come here baby, you know you fine
don’t look like that, what’s on you mind?
dior, balenciaga, prada? i’ll get you that, it ain’t no problem
ayy, long as you bring me back a bank, remember i couldn’t fill up my tank
now i spend that much just on some drank
i’m poppin’ sh-t, make these hoes faint
i can’t go out like [?]
[chorus]
ayy, when we pop on a b-tch, [?]
say she can’t take no more, it’s hurtin’
say she never sucked no d-ck, she lyin’
i bet she still get down suck mines
i’ll take the time for all my crimes, ion care if they think i’m lying
i won’t play fair if they ever try
youn want me? well that’s fine
i’ll leave wit’ me [?] gon’ get on they knees
7.62, it’ll rip through trees
supreme chrome heart on my sleeve
all the opps get whacked like bees
everything i pour belong to me
broke with a gun, he a refugee

[verse 2]
ayy, he can’t run ’cause he too fat
he screamin’, “slatt”, he not a slime
they been tryin’ to rap for years, they made a rhyme f-ckin’ wit’ my rhyme
half them n-ggas out yo’ clique be lyin’ and they can’t f-ck wit’ mine
heard a n-gga took sumn from yo’ bro, they ain’t took nun from mine
heard a n-gga sent shots at yo’ throat, they ain’t send nun at mine
heard them n-ggas got jammed up and told, but i ain’t gon’ tell on mine
he went broke and had to sell his clothes, but i ain’t sellin’ mine

- theregomarcus

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