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letra de mad - vnknownartist

okay
-blessed-
yuh
yuh
yuh
okay
mob style
whack his ass
feel like bruce i’m always mad
counting guap
chasing bags
new glock no tag
he wat smoke
i want gas
choppa eat him burn the mag
teach him lessons no class
run in yo store with no mask
choppa hit him make him glitch
i want fifty on my wrist
run through ski mask he get hit
vnknownartist make him dip
he ain’t tough but he gon talk
run up on him make him stall
charge his ass b-tch i’m the law
i make sure his head gone
b-tch i’m winning running up my racks while all you n-ggas hating
she a freak and she gon throw that back there ain’t no m-st-rbating
n-ggas b-tches hating on the come up but them n-ggas waiting
now these b-tches tryna be my friend but i know that they faking
vnknownartist really popping now i know yall n-ggas mad
pull up with that choppa let it rip through his corona mask
hit a facial i dont mean no nut i’m talking choppa blast
hit his organs then i made him glitch watch how he f-cking lag
you kissed that b-tch on her lips (hold up)
her tongue was just on my d-ck (huh)
i walked in strapped with my stick (uh)
you get hit for talking sh-t if he shoot he gon miss his trajectory
he gon die if that b-tch n-gga step to me
put three shots in his mof-cking arteries
tell that n-gga that there ain’t no stopping me
b-tch i dont give a f-ck if you comfortable
leave you dead how them hollows just stuck to you
how you leave is entirely up to you
got this glock to yo head time to f-cking choose (b-tch)
two years went to sh-t
that’ll teach you to give your heart to a b-tch
way i walk with my glock i dont got no sense
b-tch i ride solo dolo b-tch f-ck a clique
i just spent twenty hours on spanish tests
my heart broken at least my d-ck still get wet
i can end your relationship with a text
leave her cuffed to the bed she under arrest
try to run up on me you should bring a vest
cause these hollows gon rip right through your chest
leave your brains on the wall i’m making a mess
put your face on a tee and put you the rest (b-tch)
okay i walk in this b-tch like the punisher (uh)
hit him two times then i’m done with him (uh)
focused on cash i’m hustler b-tch i’m a demon you gon need a summoner (uh)
if he talking tough we gon run it back
pull up with it watch how that n-gga lack
he running like he tryna do cardiac
and these bullets ripping might give him heart attack
mob style
whack his ass
feel like bruce i’m always mad
counting guap
chasing bags
new glock no tag
he wat smoke
i want gas
choppa eat him burn the mag
teach him lessons no class
run in yo store with no mask

- vnknownartist

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