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letra de mask & da glock - $uicideboy$

[intro]
this a $crim beat
here comes the pain!
dj $crim with that 808

[chorus: project pat & $l1ck $loth]
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
pop, pop, ’till you drop, bre-break, break
bre-bre-break ($ui) out the (cide) mask and the glock (boy$) and get rid of you
pop, pop, ($l1ck sloth) ’till you drop, body full of bullet holes uh
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you (rrra)
pop, pop, ’till you drop, bre-break, break
bre-bre-break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
pop, pop, ’till you drop, body full of bullet holes

[verse 1: $l1ck $loth]
ain’t got no job, so i steal and rob
mask and the glock, keep it hot
this that ghetto god, popping shots
bumbaclot fresh up out of jail
got that devil in me with that semi loaded, have your pockets empty
this a stick up, stick up
this a stick up, motherf-cker
load my clip up, cl1ck up
point it to his d-ck, sucker
bust the first one, go dumb
toe-tag a motherf-cker
catch him slipping, no description when that ski up on my face
now he victim of my mission to get that money out the safe
for that paper, i don’t play
call uzi to make this play and tell him–

[chorus: project pat]
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
pop, pop, ’till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
pop, pop, ’till you drop, body full of bullet holes
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
pop, pop, ’till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
pop, pop, ’till you drop, body full of bullet holes

[verse 2: yung mutt]
suckas say they hangin’ ten, so i leave ’em hangin’ out to dry, b-tch
i’m the great white of the grey-59
hibernating from 9 to 5
then it’s back to buzzing with my cousin in the hive
we been some busy bees, not after honeys just them dollar signs
still finding time to smoke, call me papa pine
spot a spine
chop and grind
spark a shine
top of the line, i’m mopping slime
yeah, that’s right i’m clean as f-ck
f-ck your team, you punk
had your hoe’s p-ssy for lunch
f-ck dinner, i’mma k!ll her
dump her body in the river
shivering shoulder like a blizzard in boulder
colder than a dead body, agh!

[verse 3: trippy tha kid]
why? why? why?
why do i do this to myself?
and why i am f-cking with my health?
i really don’t know
but you really don’t know me
or what i got under my belt?
i’m champion, i’m ready to rumble
p-ss it around like weed in a huddle
crazy, wild, get buck like uncle
f-ck what you want, i love what i got
don’t f-ck with the kid, i’m dope with the bundle
banging like thunder, above and beyond
while you standing under my feet in umbrellas, i’m making it rain
this acid i spit, i could k!ll it for days
i rap because i love it, you do it for plays
yeah, i love views but i rather be great
then just be okay and get b-tches for days
while you f-cking that sk-nk, i make love to my wave
i become my music, i do not abuse it, this isn’t a phase
b-tch!

- uicideboy

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