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lirik lagu machacha - the guillotine

[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

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