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letra de fuck all y´all - tommy wright iii

[intro: dj squeeky]
welcome
to
the tommy wright show
willett kl!ck

[verse 1: the willett kl!ck]
been around for 22 years
now i´m heading it to 23
n-ggas try to f-ck me in the game
i ain´t going g
so do watch my back
i pack a gat that´s loaded to extreme
n-ggas think i´m faking
why don´t you test me and see what i mean
`cause it´s kinda hard when you [?] by the city streets
suckers don´t speak if you´re weak knowing talk is cheap
stay about your hustle if you´re real when you´re clocking green
shaking them bones shooting them tones breaking a b-tch with this scheme
busters in the game
let them hang like a f-cking ropе
talking sh-t and make me switch into o.j. and cut your throat
b-tches on a mission don´t you journеy through my neighborhood
f-cking for cash fl!cking your ass i´m known to whip a b-tch good
get on about your business if you like the f-cking life you life
f-cking with this pimping i have you limping or you might get k!lled
so weak about the game when your brain is blown out on the curve
if the smoke clears i be standing here it will be just the word
out a n-ggas mouth when they are reminiscing over your ass
suckers in the picture don´t fall victim to the nine blast
if you think you are bigger than my trigger than you die hoe
stepping to your grave if when you are sprayed to the f-cking floor
f-ck all y´all

[verse 2]
`cause i´m that low down n-gga who approaches these busters nice
and like i care i show some love i [?] inside
to get you b-tches k!lled your family everybody dies
i know you´d do the same i´m living in a world of lies
don´t trust no motherf-ckers ´cause these suckers steady tray
i know the end is coming so i got´s to get away
away from all these suckers [?]
ain´t scared of death you step you meet this f-cking bullet bang
i choose the hobby robbing, slaying bodies in the mask
i feel the change the range the psychopath you b-tches feel the pain
i doubt the devil be a friend for me up in this world
so young [?] my mind all the suckers look like twelve
you hoes ain´t save remember what i said them b-tches reported the kidnapping
put the bodies in my closet
and now it starts to stank i hit the dank and now it´s time you b-tches die
feel the presence of that body walking through me when i´m high
f-ck you suckers f-ck you busters ´cause my trigger has no pull
the cl!ck i´m known for damaging leaving these b-tches full of slugs
f-ck all y´all

[verse 3: the willett kl!ck]
busters flodging dodging all my bullets
suckers running willetts´s gunning this ain´t funny about my money yes there´s a player coming
blasting b-tches taking riches dumping bodies of in ditches
whoop you bad with this thang now you need some f-cking stitches
taking mine breaking n-ggas off with this bl–dy glock
evil sh-t stays in my head
b-tch i know this [?]
catch up with your kind
tell this stupid sh-t to my nine
ratatata on your ass
now you f-cking made me cry
i ain´t got no love
steaming blood
keep the 6´2 height sawed off right between your eyes
d-mn right you die tonight
riding with some k!llers with the n-ggas ain´t take no sh-t
pumping out these [?]
so come into my world where hustlers, [?], hoes can´t stand a chance
if you want to step now watch a real n-gga blast that ass
keep the heat beside of me
[?] to my jealousy
suckers hate to see me ball
f-ck all y´all
[outro: tommy wright iii]
what´s up n-gga
ey what´s up
sh-t f-cking with thangs
who is this?
one man gang tommy wright iii
ohh
you´re surprised ey? what´s up
ohh haha
i ain´t [?] them out
ey welcome back home
yeah back on the streets, ten wanted man to the world ey
can you, ah, i just got a little time, can you chronically [?] that uh went down? what yall doin?
some of my n-ggas in ten wanted men got k!lled in another shootout
these tommy haters accused that it was a g-ngb-ng or what the f-ck they´ve been talking about
on my last tape dead or alive we told the world
no bloods no crips no vice lords just pimps
so once again i got to get the record straight
the one man gang tommy wright iii nor ten wanted men along with members of street smart records
don´t belong in d-mn of these gangs
so quit believing in everything yall hear in these streets
and before i go [?], i want you to do me a favor
leave these tommy haters with something to think about
i´m gone
the best thing about business is minding your own
class dismissed!

- tommy wright iii

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