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letra de tiller bryson - 5unna

[intro]
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[verse]
deep in the field, tryna steal me a bank
i got your rv get turnt into a hat
gave her my heart she say that she lackin’
next thing you know i got a knife in my back
stab me in my back
young n-ggas just wanna post in the trap
ball like the eagles ii want me a sack
walk into your spot ass down just put the racks in the bag
sweep the whole house who the f-ck in the back?
made the wrong move and that stick hit his ass
percky, pills i don’t want no xans
geeked off trippin’ i’m high of meds
i ain’t trippin’ i know i made my bed
come in too imma lay in that sh-t
i ain’t trippin’ you know that’s wrong what you did
play sh-t shiesty it’s slimy as it gets
we’re gonna have a baby, you know that’s a slimy jit
boots laced up i ain’t goin’ for sh-t
arps, glocks and switches
i was outsidе playin’ with guns n-gga, i never washed no dishеs
556 and 223s got scope ain’t gon be too much missin’
i just bust up on that ho, huh i know that b-tch miss me
told that b-tch eat the d-ck, h-ll nah we ain’t doin’ no kissin’
the shooter hopped out catch his man, h-ll nah he don’t need no picture
n-ggas switchin’ up so every glock came with a d-mn switcher
load away the chopper sing the b-tch sound like bryson tiller
put the drac’ upon his ass he dancin’ like he in the triller
all my opps dead michael jackson in the d-mn thriller
hundred round drum n-gga play we gon’ send a missle
come get your missus

- 5unna

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