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letra de 187 - 30 deep grimeyy

[hook]
187 my addiction, swear i’m heavily influenced
invest my paper on glocks and gats
and now my brothers gettin’ to it
tryna k!ll, wasn’t gettin’ no money
what the f-ck i was doin’
big glock 2 3 ‘mind me of me
i swear this b-tch spit fluent
187 my addiction, swear i’m heavily influenced
invest my paper on glocks and gats
and now my brothers gettin’ to it
tryna k!ll, wasn’t gettin’ no money
what the f-ck i was doin’
big glock 2 3 ‘mind me of me
i swear this b-tch spit fluent

[verse 1]
used to pop a pill to ease the pain
i swear i didn’t wanna eat
when i caught my first victim
swear i didn’t wanna sleep
30 deep the gang, all deuces wild, you know i rep otb
and boom deuce the landlord
don’t make him check on your street
long live tay and long live drae
i heard you died in that jeep
and i ain’t worried about the feds
’cause all my secrets with streets
gigi i love you, but it’s f-ck you
put my all in these beats
and since i caught you with a goofy
’till this day we can’t speak
they think i’m hoover, b-tch i’m deuce
but i’m a neighborhood crip
that draco spark it left a mark
and now he walk with a dip
she tried to play me like a dummy
knew that b-tch used to strip
cee murda say he sold them pills, so that b-tch used to sip
st. louis wicked, sh-t get cold, better grab you a quilt
and you can’t sneak about the dead
they’ll put your face on some milk
the judge labeled me a menace
tried to drown me in guilt
they tried to say i came in last, but b-tch i’m all at the tip

[verse 2]
i just dropped some paper on some glizzies
now my brothers gettin’ busy
i’m tryna f-ck a rap b-tch; cuban, china or nicki
she say she like my accent, 314 be the city
don’t think that b-tch ain’t sellin’ p-ssy
just because the hoe pretty
30s r us b-tch that’s the brand [?] got a n-gga litty
back then ain’t have a grand [?] i was filthy
why you depended on that b-tch
just take your mouth out her titty
my youngin’ hit him 7 times
and now he walk around sh-tty
stl i run my city, a n-gga feelin’ like moses
i tried to leave the hoe alone
but that b-tch p-ssy like roses
she let me eat it, let me beat it
tried to leave her sh-t swollen
my new b-tch straight up out the 3rd
my other b-tch came from poland
police can’t press me at the scene, sh-t
we just came back from bowlin’
snakes in the grass, word from my dad
so a n-gga started mowin’
gotta shoutout shawn cotton, got a ‘lil n-gga glowin’
move like the president in the ‘lou
’cause all the goofies be hopin’

- 30 deep grimeyy

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