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machacha - the guillotine كلمات أغنية

[intro: mooch]
yo, this sh_t don’t even need no motherf_ckin’ chorus, n_gga
straight raw, n_gga
raw d_gg_n’, you heard?
it’s da cloth, n_gga!

[verse 1: mooch & estee nack]
i wanna feel sh_t, put ’em in the air, smoke some real sh_t (yo, yo)
these cards i was dealt make your life nothin’ to deal with (f_ck out my face, p_ssy!)
sittin’ in the dark with a blunt sparked, i’m real lit (put yo’ ass in the air, n_gga!)
i’m talkin’ to myself ’cause you n_ggas nothin’ to build with
while talkin’ to the god, the creator the one who build sh_t (build sh_t)
i’m tryna buy a buildin’, then i’ll stuff you a steel mix (stuff yo’ ass right in there, n_gga!)
my heart turn to steel, but it’s numb and i only feel grips (i only feel that, n_gga!)
only feel the times when it’s pure, i only feel this (i feel this)
the love fake, the hate, be reala, that’s on some real sh_t
shot ’em in his face by the papi car, made the grill hiss (yo, papi!)
this sh_t get [?], pull somethin’ like steven spiel get
catch ’em at the bred hot, had ’em shook, made the meal flip (all over your face, n_gga)
n_gga, you’s a p_ssy, i clap you and make you mushy (yeah)
got ’em typin’ on the facebook, sayin’ they almost took me (haha!)
i need a baseball card, i’m slidin’ like a rookie (yeah)
mooch got your number, surprisin’ i’m not a brookie, yo, yo (oye, chan!)

[verse 2: estee nack & recognize ali]
mamá, perdona tu [?], sold a lot, it hurt (mami!)
had a couple fiends died on me, exposin’ harder work (that’s real sh_t)
made a couple dollars illegal, i’m posted on the first (i did)
brushes with the reaper that’s havin’ ’em close to god in church (swear to god)
send my thoughts out to the fallen ’cause now they soul are free (free now)
seem as if they want this sh_t more if somebody od’d (they really do)
gotta pass the dope with a warnin’ for how it’s gon’ be (yo, be careful with that)
youngin taste the power and glory, and now they og’s (they grown now)
hw_ng in_ho, f_ckin’ with rugged n_ggas that’s bangin’ bored (bow, bow, bow)
numb your lips, son, this sh_t from amazon (puro)
i ain’t around, f_ck it, i can just give my man a call, in the city, we standin’ tall (i’m wild)
come with kel_tecs, extended clip, spittin’ out cannonball (blow)
blow your house up (blow), tryna stay alive (huh?)
your whole persona made of lies, what else should i expect from a 85? (for real)
y’all n_ggas broke, you ain’t got a hustle, it may be why (go get your money)
customers duckin’ from the sirens to get a daily high (woo)
slappin’ a b_tch ass like i was a nurse that’s tryna make a baby cry (uh_huh)
y’all n_ggas thinkin’ i was a crazy guy
bread in my pockets, plus my lady fly
play sharp, but it’s suede, i’ma slide up in her to say goodbye, yo (yeah, chan)
[verse 3: recognize ali]
major times, chasin’ bonds, b_tch, i’m major wise (mm)
vaporize when your luck inside of satan’s (uh)
the fake in sight, realest n_gga, never takin’ sides (nah)
every time they disrespect the god, the beggin’ dies
who wanna test? (huh?), i’m takin’ lifes when i bomb tecs (brrt, brrt)
i’m only in it for the long checks
all i’m sayin’ project, my platoon, it bomb flesh
ah yes, wreck the basal out of n_ggas, confess (lights out, n_gga)
[?], spittin’ facts, plus i’m gettin’ stacks (mm)
sippin’ ‘gnac in the gnac, ain’t nothin’ fake as that (ain’t nothin’, n_gga)
spend a check with a fly chick in the back (mwuah)
n_ggas whack, the king is back, tell that b_tch “relax” (chill, chill, son)
i got this, don’t even need a lot of practice (at all)
[?], wet n_ggas like a baptist (brrt)
these raps acid, everything i drop is classic
tried to pass this and get stretched like elastic, motherf_cker

- machacha

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