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letra de last message - tj sosa

[intro, tj sosa]
grah
grah
–h-llo mr. beam–
grah, grah
sosa

[verse 1, tj sosa]
he said i ain’t blow a chop like, n-gga you a cop
dont ask what i did cuz all them n-ggas shot, 30 in the clip then nick got
oh he wanna he get put in a- like… grah
oh he wanna- like… grah, like…
i-i heard lil bucky was dropping my west, i got 65 shots better have him a vest
and i-and im smoking on boom thats blocky, n-ggas shot cuz they smoking on-
and i said what i said so like why would i stutter, and its a shame that his mans done died by the cutter
and i ? left with n-ggas i could smoke, you need a pistol your mans got poked
you ain’t jet n-gga you a joke, grab my nina like murder she wrote
talking out his neck we gon oot at his throat, in the lam n-ggas know the scouts
catch lil ? throw d-ck in her mouth, lil bucky get off my d-ck
boom in the cut and he burn like a stick, i extended my clip now im ready to blitz
yo bro like… why this n-gga look curvy and sh-t?
? you not 4zz and you sucking my d-ck, dissing on them track you ain’t catch you a hit
on my block tryna park you a maybach? boom block with the n-ggas who made that
a-and b-tch im the makk, told b-tch imma get her to take that
f-ck that man that n-gga straight cap, you are not spinning my block why you say that?
on the 9 tryna flock at ya wave cap, i dont know why yall mention my hood
they dont understand cuz i’m misunderstood, and jb was ducking his taco
like won’t get done up for good, yelling out ? misunderstood
i do not f-ck with you n-gga and light up a wood, oh he wanna play okay
what happened to shh we smoking his brains, big knock now he in a grave
smoking on woo and ray gz to the face if i dont got the knock i beat him till he break
dont spin my block no way, i ain’t gon talk n-gga imma spray
dropping the jet while i ride through the 8, he though he was though we took off his chain
like, how is yall saying my name say yall deep in the court yall ain’t putting in no pain
you ain’t ready for war better stay in your-, you ain’t ready for war better stay in your lane
[bridge, tj sosa, maneuver]
grah, like…
you ain’t ready for-
grah

[verse 2, maneuver]
its a new opp punching my lungs, try to throw aiming for his lungs
how you dropping my west like sh-t ain’t adding up, we could link up and ballout n-gga f-ck the subs
its maneuver i do what i want, i got sosa with me pulling up
if you jacking this beef yall n-ggas better duck, wilding bout respect get put in this blunt
oh she f-ck with the opps but she all in my face, but her sh-t fat im tryna make it quake
i get mine and i pass in advance, she think she the line she making a mistake
toting becky this sh-t on my waist, they never outside when we spin through the 8
im like f-ck it just park up on ?, smoking on boom that sh-t straight to the face
so many dead n-ggas i could name, rah, ray gz, like what a shame
what the f-ck did yall do for your gang, die gz woke up and aimed at his frame
a new opp got left in the past tense, beat on the gas but im doing the dash
smoking chico i’m smacked off the gas, grah, now he running like he flash
shh got hit started ? the crib, n-ggas still making song and dont rap what they live
let me know what the f-ck do they did, free all my heart locked doing that bid
f-ck the opps better play yall position, got drugs for the drill pop a perc start glitching
i know a opp who got booked and started snitching, on the guys he got shot in his chest and started twitching
make sure he dead ain’t leaving no hope, the ds tryna push i gotta get low
in the trap im smoking on glo, so many opps that can’t pick up they phone

[outro, maneuver]
grah
its so many opps that can’t pick up they phone

- tj sosa

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