Correction Paroles DRAMA par NASTII

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Get the f**k outta my f**king face
RVR3 in this b*t*h
I ain't playing right now, man, you can really get smoked
Always talking that wrong, but you ain't ever doing sh*t
Shut the f**k up, you ain't finna buck sh*t
I don't know, man, the dog's out tonight, cuz
RVR3 in this b*t*h
Midnight in this b*t*h
Kami in this b*t*h
And I'm in here, too
Yeah, let's get it
83

Po-pop out of the cut, I'm with the fye, he is not with that drama
I'm Al-packin' in this b*t*h, lil hoe I just pulled out a llama
I just made my choppa levitate, huh, Kamiyada
I don't got no type, Type 54
I just bought a strap, you can put that on my FICO
Finish on that b*t*h in 15 minutes, call me Geico
Six rings, six-figure checks like I'm Michael
I'ma slide down to his place, all up with my pole
B*t*h, I got the gas just like a Nazi
You get ran by the squad, I'ma give her a bukkake
And there's hits on my head, tryna kill me 'cause I'm c*cky
B*t*h I run into the f**king function and kill everyone
Big motherf**kin' heater, I'ma spray it like a sentry gun
Posted up with Kami, b*t*h we down to slaughter anyone
You might got a gun, but when it's time I know you will not use it
That don't make you hard just 'cause you listening to all this music
I'm so tired of this talking sh*t, pull up, we get to shooting
Shut the f**k up and do it already, let's get it
I be f**king on that b*t*h, leave that body in a ditch
Red dot for a snitch
Shawty bouncing on the d**k
B*t*h, I'm coming, I'm equipped, got a fragment in his ribs
If he wanna talk that sh*t, he can caught up at his shows
I'ma bring me in a pole
The f**k are you talking 'bout?
If you stick around b*t*h then ima promise you gon' know
I ain't ever gonna fold
Real thug sh*t, b*t*h I am always on go
5'10 n***a, but that AR really 6'2
Magazines run past a n***a if it's issues
Double mag, 5.56 7.62
Rip a n***a up and blend his organs up like mixed fruit
Diamonds on me segregated stones that apartheid
Crucify a n***a if he looking at me cross-eyed
Still f**k 12, but we love guns like the alt-right
when they dump that sh*t all night
That boy shivering, sniffing, like what you made of?
That boy pu**y like the sh*t that he came from
Bullet storm hit his skull, turn his brain numb
Drama club n***as be acting like they insane, huh?
Been around this long life, we racing to make the finish
Bullets got him talking like David after the dentist
[?], Midnight Society, I'm a menace
Like I'm John Wick, I see the target, then I'ma hit it
My shooters floor it, they be from Hades
My b*t*h a demon, I pa** her to Hades
Double entendre clip, that be 380
Red ring of death, on my clock you can't play me
All of my n***as bust out on that demon sh*t
P*ss on your grave 'cause your life is so meaningless

Bring out the tool like Alonzo
Running plays; Broncos
I eat that b*t*h like cilantro
F**k your lil b*t*h, I'm the head honcho
I'm the one doing wetting, don't need ponchos
MK11, she giving me head combos
It got f**ked up and I shot up the Texaco
All of my plugs coming straight out of Mexico
I'll f**k your b*t*h, I guess that makes us Eskimos
Don't try and run off, this choppa has testicles
[?], you get run-up at festivals
Smoking on gas, b*t*h it's motherf**king medical
All of your music is trash, receptacle
I'm getting tired, I hit it in intervals
Swear all these pussies, they talking subliminals
I'm off the molly, I'll pop me some minerals
I see a tango, I aim and eliminate
Finger my b*t*h out in public on dinner dates
My n***as hungry, eat steak off your dinner plate
You in a jam, you the first they incriminate
He want this smoke, so we made that boy dissipate
Ask us and n***as be shooting 'til they get erased
Bullets tell stories and I like to illustrate
Wake up too moody, whose life is we finna take
I've got a plan to get bands, let's facilitate
I cannot rest 'til I know that my n***as straight
He got a [?] ski mask, so I scope around
I get her wet from afar, her legs open now
Pull off her bra with my d**k, she say "Choke me now"
Hoes in the crib, so they think that we holding out
Rent a foreign whip, drive like it's stolen now
Call me a pervert 'cause my pistol poking out
I like all of my b*t*hes Vanilla, no Ice
three blind mice
Stood on his body with a dog, that sh*t bite
And my gun is level 23, so I get a new sight
My b*t*h will shoot you with elegance
Talkin 'bout Glocks, I need ten of them
Bullets gon' fly like a Pelican
mi no friend them
They no like me and me no like them
Them a mi enemy, me and them nuh friends
They no like me and me no like them
83 pull up, it's the beginning of the end

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