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letra de take yours first - yung $lave (rapper)

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[hook]
n-ggas always trynna take mine, but i take yours before you hit me
n-ggas always trynna take mine, but i take yours before you hit me
n-ggas always trynna take mine, but i take yours before you hit me
you try to run, i’mma c-ck my glock and blast you

[verse 1]
tell me slave, what am i gonna do
with a n-gga when he act a fool
i told you b-tches don’t f-ck with me, that’s my only rule
’cause a n-gga can’t lie, no i can’t lie, i’mma get buck on a hoe
beat her down, till her bl–dy f-ckin’ body, mangled up on the motherf-cking floor

now you’re dead, and i got yo bread in my pocket
the devil told me i could get away with it so f-ck it
yeah i was scared, but the indo got me high i’m on a
i’m on a manhunt, to k!ll your motherf-cking ballaz

n-ggas try to take mine but i take yours before you hit me
n-gga acted up now he’s a victim of my f-ckin’ k!lling spree
i slam you and your b-tch down to the pavement
and you wake up hours later, tied up in my bas-m-nt

callin’ my n-ggas arthur, ethan and motherf-ckin (…)
the satanic disciples, are creepin’ around the motherf-ckin’ sacred chapel
where the christians are gathered, unknowingly forming an easy target for my f-ckin’ terror b-tch
[hook]

[verse 2]
pick up the phone, pick up the phone
don’t even try to pretend you’re not home
cause i’m lookin’ through your window, and i’m seein’ that you’re all alone

grabbin’ my tone, silencer’s on, kick down the door, b-tch now it’s on
shootin’ you twice in yo legs, twice in the chest, twice in the throat, then i stomp on your head

turns out there was another motherf-cker on the second floor
i heard em, screamin’ and shivering, runnin’ downstairs only to find a coldhearted k!ller
that n-gga start pleadin’ for their life, but n-gga i’m busy with choppin’ up bodies you better start
helping ‘fore your f-ckin’ ass is the next one in line for my devilish practice

comin’ up out the front door, hear the police in the distance
i gotta make my escape my n-gga, before i go sleep with the fishes
changin’ my clip, stick up this chick, got a new steamer trunk filled with that trick
start up the whip and i’m out of this b-tch, with a 20 round clip, gettin’ crunk while i twitch

voices in my head, sirens on the streets
they’re comin’ to get me
i’m runnin’ so fast, and buckin’ so hard, your b-tch can never forget me
but if they let me, satan help me,i wanna k!ll till i die
and when the slave is done with slaughter you will hear the angels cry
[hook (x2)]

- yung lave rapper

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