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letra de coughin' - tumaggz

[verse 1: tumaggz]
i don’t tell these p-ssies sh-t cuz
p-ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p-ssy sh-t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h-llhounds down to scr-p
we swing em hard with all we got

riding
to the spot we wylin
hit a motherf-cking cop he dying
hit a motherf-ckers block while smiling
took a son from his mother she crying
all of this sh-t ain’t tough talk
everybody hates a n-gga no chris rock
everybody wanna see a n-gga wrist locked up in some steel
i ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

yeah that boy might k!ll his parents but he ain’t gon k!ll me
met a foreign b-tch from paris she gon get on both knees
got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
with yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no og

whole game f-cked
all you n-ggas got it criss cross
see you stunting on em
why you rocking all the ross drip
smoking on that wood tip
cheaper than a cheese nip
you be sucking d-ck
for a feature on some bullsh-t
shooter with a full clip
boy drop that pin
got seven whole n-ggas like sect finna send
straps can stay back handle this like some men
but we know you a coward so we gon roll in
i don’t tell these p-ssies sh-t cuz
p-ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p-ssy sh-t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h-llhounds down to scr-p
we swing em hard with all we got

i don’t tell these p-ssies sh-t cuz
p-ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p-ssy sh-t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h-llhounds down to scr-p
we swing em hard with all we got

[verse 2: sect unit]

we swing em hard with all we got
i knock a n-gga out his socks
we pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight f-ckin shocked, huh
now he lookin at the sky, cause that b-tch got f-ckin dropped
smokin good sh-t got me coughin
put him in a coffin and leave him to die
b-tch n-gga run up on me then he must got a death wish
floppin around like a dyin fish
rich n-gga sh-t i’ll hit you with a fresh whip
playin wit me and you dyin b-tch
prayin to not see god and sh-t
sayin you just want out of it
and i’ll put you out yo misery
the last thing you’ll f-ckin see is me
wit a smirk on my face
i bet the sh-t that you said you wanna take back
that’s not how it work in this place
you just another f-ckin homicide case
homicide, suicide, genocide, i call that sh-t icin the cake
they say sect you don’t got a f-ckin heart
then i got a organ to take
then i got a organ to steal
everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
i got b-tches that pay for the bill
them n-ggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
i put that p-ssy right in a coffin then i’m headed to the hills
b-tch

- tumaggz

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