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letra de first emo gangsta - triple6twist (twi$t)

y’all ain’t even seen sh-t like this
this ain’t trap metal this ain’t
you ain’t even know what the f-ck this is
might give you an aneurysm ion know
f-ck around and find out ion know

ay
first emo gangster out of f-ckin motor city
got my nails painted black and got some silver on my titty
got the new rock boots that’s for curb stomping b-tches
take my diamond studded belt and you can bet i’m whipping b-tches
b-tch this ain’t no carti sh-t i’m rocking since a jit
i’m that redbone kid y’all not f-ckin wit my sh-t
piercings and some tats and you can bet i tote a bl!ck
k!ll some red coat b-tches they not rocking wit my fits
ties to the crips and the bloods watch yo sh-t
skull and crossbones i’m a black flag kid
sayin ebk cuz you bet i k!ll em all
what’s that thing that i been sayin? oh, shoot ’em all
ion like them guns i likе i stabbing wit a knife
i like getting up and closе and stare yo eyes and take yo life
i like f-ckin on a dyk- she not used to all this ice
cut myself for pain cuz the opps cuz they never fight

ay
used to be a quiet kid now its time to talk my sh-t
always been tough, but i never used to fight
cutting since 10, i was tryna live my life
then 4 years later i was tryna grab the pipe
couple f-ckin oxys run the streets throughout the night
mostly scamming b-tches cloning cards selling f-ckin boosted cars
pop a couple xannies i been up and stuck in f-ckin mars
i remember b-tches tryna slide and say that sh-t was ours
down a couple homies, rip i said a couple bars
f-ck my ex b-tch and all the fake b-tches f-ckin narcs
dripped in black designer, and my pockets lookin’ vicious
don’t trust in banks stash the bands up where the bricks is
you a fashion demon? b-tch, you rocking asics
carti, lone, and ken i ain’t dissing but y’all faking

talking like you punk, but you never lit a cop car
you got kids wearing anarchy but they not ours
moving like a riot, i ain’t playing with the rapists
torch a f-ckin’ precinct, rob a bank, and k!ll a racist

sleeping in the gutter, i was raised by the bas-m-nts
metal in my coat, heart cold like a statement
say you down for chaos you ain’t even f-ckin dangerous
whole scene sweet, man, this sh-t feelin’ aimless

boots on the pavement, ma-

b-tch shut the f-ck up i’m talkin
anyway let me get back to what the f-ck i was sayin

first emo gangster out of f-ckin motor city
got my nails painted black and got some silver on my titty
got the new rock boots that’s for curb stomping b-tches
take my diamond studded belt and you can bet i’m whipping b-tches
b-tch this ain’t no carti sh-t i’m rocking since a jit
i’m that redbone kid y’all not f-ckin wit my sh-t
piercings and some tats and you can bet i tote a bl!ck
k!ll some red coat b-tches they not rocking wit my fits
ties to the crips and the bloods watch yo sh-t
skull and crossbones i’m a black flag kid
sayin ebk cuz you bet i k!ll em all
what’s that thing that i been sayin? oh, shoot ’em all
ion like them guns i like i stabbing wit a knife
i like getting up and close and stare yo eyes and take yo life
i like f-ckin on a dyk- she not used to all this ice
cut myself for pain cuz the opps cuz they never fight

- triple6twist twit

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