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letra de mask down - thf lil law

[intro]
law f-ck the law
all f-ck 12
belt boy
thf or death
i just gave y’all the introduction

[chorus]
mask down, gloves on, that’s what time it is (vaze on the track, boy)
and i ain’t even come out for this, i spent three k on this fit (ayo, carter, you gone crazy)
he sent a lil’ diss, it ain’t do thing until he got clapped and k!lled
yeah, i can switch up the state, get the f-ck out the way, but i’m really in love with this sh-t
this what it is, we ain’t gon’ speak how it was and sh-t
cpd hate that rappin’ free jeffery, they wanna do me like thug and them
knowin’ it’s a rat runnin’ with a wire, so my mouth, it be on hush and sh-t
if you wasn’t there when i hoppеd out bustin’, keep it one hundred, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas

[verse]
it used to bе love with n-ggas
i tried to fix it, now f-ck ’em, i’m jumpin’ them fences
and i only did it ’cause i seen the big in the picture
when the bros talkin’ to me, i listen
i got a spot in the a, got a spot in the bay, but i’m still out here in the trenches
i gotta call my girl, i ain’t call my mama, they still ridin’ ’round in [?]
i’m tired of complainin’ and they already know how it go, i ain’t pullin’ over none of them b-tches
my mama be lookin’ at me crazy, my girl ain’t trippin’, she already know how i’m livin’
f-ck the law, you gotta tell us a lil’ more sh-t, we wanna know how you livin’
a normal day dada drivin’, oh, murder, he right on the side, i’m in the back with them pistols
workout day, we finna pull and push up all on those n-ggas
and i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t, i know we get busy, i got my belt brothers with me
i got the grip on this b-tch, it barely move when it’s bl!ckin’
they gotta take that b-tch like a barber was trimmin’
walk that boy down, put them hollows up in him, he was hollerin’, n-gga
and i don’t f-ck with all the snakes, but some of the real ones
i’m in the bulletproof ridin’ with grouchy and skinny
and i keep lil sosa with me, i’m makin’ it two times for n-ggas
my hood, they see it, they tell me, “keep goin’ in”
i’m on they ass with belt in my hand
i come to k!ll everybody, i ain’t sparin’ they ass
[chorus]
mask down, gloves on, that’s what time it is
and i ain’t even come out for this, i spent three k on this fit
he sent a lil’ diss, it ain’t do thing until he got clapped and k!lled
yeah, i can switch up the state, get the f-ck out the way, but i’m really in love with this sh-t
this what it is, we ain’t gon’ speak how it was and sh-t
cpd hate that rappin’ free jeffery, they wanna do me like thug and them
knowin’ it’s a rat runnin’ with a wire, so my mouth, it be on hush and sh-t
if you wasn’t there when i hopped out bustin’, keep it one hundred, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas

- thf lil law

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