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letra de chrome pipes - tiny boost

[verse 1 – snap capone]
press the nine, make his chest divide
bunch of c-ckroaches and pesticide
shot a n-gga, came to court and he testified
already serving but they’re tryna give me extra time
i’m a g, caught a body like hass
put a body on the pump, two am’s on the mac
free my n-gga jungz, say the word and he’s done
i’ll switch a n-gga off if he says the beef is on
rolling round with uncz, that’s big d
swing the pump, nose bigger than swiss beatz
you’ll be six-feet, khalas, history
head shot shaved his wig like britney
free my n-gga shamz, twenty years in can
spray the tec, make his head and his chest expand
got a crib full of cash, we don’t do no banks
making bricks disappear like the juju man

[hook – snap capone]
s5 with the chrome pipes
i vouch for my gun, that’s a co-sign
in the trap, i’m just waiting till the coke dries
if you’re a witness imma shoot you in both eyes
trap line doing so fine
twin glocks, siamese chrome nines
i send a hit from my prison cells
shout my real n-ggas that didn’t tell
[verse 2 – tiny boost]
i’ll bag a whole pack till you scratch out the blade
ain’t changed up your clothes cah you’ve been trapping for days
you ever danced with the devil with a strap on your waist?
hit the roads on smoke, time to catch man a case
i’m a pecknarm rider, se15er, n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
i get money, spill blood on these streets
you know it’s peak that my bro snap’s free
i’m feeling like makaveli, thug life till i’m dead and buried
he got the belly, get the sammy ready
i need revenge for my n-ggas in that cemetery
three pipes on deck, we call ’em ed, edd and eddy
and my n-ggas them, they roll very heavy
n-ggas getting sliced up in jail, heard their cell got left very messy
disrespect, we ain’t taking any
it’s a green light, go, we’re forever ready

[hook – snap capone]
s5 with the chrome pipes
i vouch for my gun, that’s a co-sign
in the trap, i’m just waiting till the coke dries
if you’re a witness imma shoot you in both eyes
trap line doing so fine
twin glocks, siamese chrome nines
i send a hit from my prison cells
shout my real n-ggas that didn’t tell
[verse 3 – tiny boost & snap capone]
who’s the hardest if it ain’t snap?
who’s the hardest if it ain’t boost?
ain’t that the truth, pull back then shoot
that’s gang sh-t, s.i. to p.y., that’s what the gang did
t-d, s-n, big waps
cl!ck-clack, we’re stepping out in pitch black
splish-splash, just creased my forces, digdat
got a nine and four with me, mix-match
and that’s big facts, my n-ggas been bad
these n-ggas running with our style cah they been fans
i’m the type to wait for you in your bin fam
me too, i’m on the same thing
brains on the wall like a painting
all the guys straight in
that same n-gga that you rate, know we raised him
.44 blazing, burn him, cremate him
with this magic wand, erase him

- tiny boost

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