Letra de Rainbow Six - JPEGMAFIA

(Feat. Yung Midpack)

Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty

Cunty, cunty, cunty, cun—

Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty, cun—, cun—

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(You think you know me)

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Pull up on yo' block with the pistol

Slap you up nigga, little boy, just dismiss you

I don't give a fuck, right punch you, it's official

I don't give a shit, lil' nigga, you need tissue

For your fucking face 'cause it's full of the blood

Blood, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, blood

Smack you fuckin' up, nigga, I take a stub

Grab you fuckin' up, nigga, put you in the trunk

Fuck with me, nigga, I take you to the dump

Me, nigga, I—

What you niggas want? Huh

Got that thang in the trunk, huh

What you niggas need? (Yeah) Huh

Pills, crack, coke, weed, huh

Pressure, pressure (Lord forgive me, I'm sorry)

I don't wanna hit 'em with the K

I don't wanna hit 'em with the K (Hit 'em all in the body)

I'ma have to go and be the bad man

Baby, I'ma put him in his place

I'ma have to do it to you, baby (I just caught another body)

I'ma have to give him something 'mazing (Hit 'em all in the body)

Tell 'em when I'm talking to my baby (Lord forgive me, I'm sorry)

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you know I got the straight drop (Straight drop)

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop (Straight drop)

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you know I got the straight drop (Straight drop)

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you know I got the straight drop (Straight drop)

Look, it's the young alt-right menace

What's the pistol to a pennant?

Treat a writer like a cynic, nigga, huh

Surface level niggas never get it

Fuck a rating and a cynic (Ooh)

Always talking, never livin', nigga, huh

I don't make no music for these niggas (Ooh)

Say they wanna be a critic

But they cannot take no criticism, huh

Nigga, we the junkies, they the dealers

I be rappin', they be triggered

You be writin', I'm a killer, nigga what?

Fuck is this song? Fuck is my whip?

Fuck up your streams, I got the rips

Skinny and paid, I'm Taylor Swift

We at your job, catch you on shift

Nigga, you gone

I don't like you (Nigga, I'm—)

Niggas don't want it (Fuck, oh)

Lord forgive me, I'm sorry (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hit 'em all in the body (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lord forgive me, I'm sorry

I just caught another body

Hit 'em all in the body

I had to get some money (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hit 'em all in the body

I don't wanna be alone

It's so hard for me to trust you, baby

I'm around you, baby

I got so much on me

40, I'd drown you, baby

I don't wanna drown you, baby

I just wanna love you, baby

I got too much for me

Oh my God, I'm so weak

Holy fuck, I'm lonely

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