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letra de michael jackson - valdo

[intro]
yeah , b-tch , gang
gang , aye , aye

[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh-t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b-tch and he inna casket
im hitting up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson

[verse1]
ion like to talk i take this sh-t serious if its smoke i get active
i buss his head like a gar when i catch his ass lackin
n-gga this sh-t in my blood yall n-ggas be p-ssy (yeah) yall be acting yall n-ggas be b-tches yall be soft (yeah) yall be actors
free my n-gga f-ck the system and them crackers
(yeah) walk down shooting sh-t like im shaq
im d-cking his b-tch she giving me head heen getting her back
im pulling her hair she hitting high notes (yeah) she throwing it back
(yeah) name a n-gga who can do it like me
we spin on his block we making his family rock his ass onna white t
everywhere i go i keep a stick
walk down on his ass ian gone miss
how the f-ck yeen slide bout your respect you n-ggas be soft ass a b-tch
you n-ggas be soft as a b-tch he talking all that sh-t gone get his ass hit
ar beating sh-t up calling this mf jackie chan the cause the way it kick
go get a bag why the f-ck you mad cause i f-cked yo b-tch
walk down on his ass got the hunnid round up in this mfn stick
imma empty this stick imma keep blowing till i hear that mfn cl!ck
ion gaf who you is yk lil valdo gone pop his sh-t

[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh-t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b-tch and he inna casket
i up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson

[verse 2: 257 dinero]
f-ck the opps tryn knock me off my pivot thats why i keep my beads
no i ain’t banging but i got n-ggas behind me who be chucking the 3
dont get me wrong i hold my own n0body gotta f-ck with me
if yeen got a body ween beefing but this fade still free
im trying my luck im shooting the dice hope i come up on seven
i drop the bag go hit me a l!ck solo these n-ggas be telling
buss his head leave his sh-t gushy like a mfn melon
these n-ggas is b-tches gun like a hammer slap his ass with the metal

[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh-t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b-tch and he inna casket
i hit up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson. [yeah gang b-tch]

- valdo

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