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letra de we brought an ied into west houston airport! - tyswarm

(pump that automatic glock makes you feel the rev) x5

[tyswarm]
over b-tch, or like ball and when like swish (swish)
# when they clip, and [?]
k!ll if you snitch, wanting gang walk with a drip, (brrr)
hit they clip, making them want off that sh-t
best is this game test this and
i know your stressed b-tch because you’re on my pest list like
i will carry your career why, means your in f-cking sane
# said to me, motherf-cking while your a train
be close side right through the opposition
checkmate! b-tch we in the twelfth position
put a beam to your door if we catch you snitching
never poor with the floor, man we always switching

[clone]
back in forth with this sh-t
hit a motherf-cker if he eat all this
hit a motherf-cker if he be like us
ride with me if he be like us
yeah left then right then robin switch
# then i’ll leave you with an itch
# [?] b-tch
# any these days your gon’ fall off and
i’m f-cked up, i’ve been dead forever
wanna f-ck around now for anyone ever
i’m f-cked up, i’ve been dead forever
# i’m pressing on the knife and praying to cellar
i don’t want to take it back but speak for me
# if you really want to die for fine with me
# [?] choppa’ [?] and ima
pull up to your spot we gon’ have a special time
[tyswarm]
# hopped up on [?] and my hands say goodnight
# go an [?] is she kidding me right
i find it kinda funny that they say they wanna die
but they’ve never felt pain like this before
# me and ty couple times on the steps [?]
# [?]
‘cuz we all the f-cking time, all these b-tches hit my line
‘cuz i know how to get them going when i hit the flow
# i watch them panties drop, hotspot, b-tch i cause a lot of [?]
# money i [?]
f-ck this game and f-ck this hoe
f-ck this game and f-ck you hoe
here’s how its meant to go

[mayaw]
d-d-d-d-dark-grey boy on the premises
up on these motherf-ckers cuz i am the dre. and i do not give a f-ck
# why you [?]
throw this sh-t, f-ck a wrist, i will never had enough
# [?]
f-ck all odds, i be smoking ’till i’m drunk
i-i-i-i don’t need the automatic but my ass could knock you out
why y’all looking enigmatic all i see is f-cking doubts
i know you feel that you matter, spit me out your f-cking mouth
why the f-ck you think your fantastic that’s why i burn you down
i don’t need to be at your house, just to f-ck your spouse
my aunt be smoking on the gun screaming till’ he’s f-cking loud
((lyricists order may not be correct, lyrics may not be correct))
((# means that the lyrics are uncertain))

- tyswarm

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