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letra de dead n***** - baby drill

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[intro]:
“duhtee on the beat”

“coupe”

[chorus]
i get busy with that glock 19 them {?}
im smokin rapper so this rapper weed (they comin’ up)
n-gga talk that sh-t like they was bout’ it they ain’t done enough
n-gga talk that sh-t like he be shootin’ he ain’t shootin’ none
one on ones i get em’ stomped, two on two’s i get em slumped
drac’s on drac’s we spin his block until he dead and in the dirt
dead n-ggas all i smoke is dead n-ggas, dead n-ggas all i smoke is dead n-ggas
[verse 1]
n-ggas twitter poppin’ five months later turned em’ to a pack
don’t ig pop i’ll get you whacked my opps bе broke and that’s a fact
his bio full of dead n-ggas i’m the k!lla’
i bе wit’ them apes [?} we some real hittas’ (beat his ass)
free my youngins’ they go crazy back from the dead like terminator
this drac’ ain’t got no f-ckin’ safety, he doubled back i think he fakin’
(bow bow bow)
he’s a dead n-gga, i’m the n-gga they send when it’s money on yo head n-gga (babydrill)
f-ck the drac’ slide me the glizzy, slide it over [?}
i’m in that cutter make you [?] while they out here sayin’ they looking for me
i coulda slat yo’ whole family n-gga they told me stop bein’ a big bully
but when i get inside that mode they ain’t f-ckin’ wit me

[chorus]
i get busy with that glock 19 them {?}
im smokin rapper so this rapper weed (they comin’ up)
n-gga talk that sh-t like they was bout’ it they ain’t done enough
n-gga talk that sh-t like he be shootin’ he ain’t shootin’ none
one on ones i get em’ stomped, two on two’s i get em slumped
drac’s on drac’s we spin his block until he dead and in the dirt
dead n-ggas all i smoke is dead n-ggas, dead n-ggas all i smoke is dead n-ggas

[verse 2]
name i time i went i bet i went (boy you can’t b-tch)
dont beef bout’ no b-tch that’s ours (i jus’ can’t b-tch)
n-ggas scared of me inside my hood they know babydrill [?] since a youngin’ used to take sh-t
now i’m on love to quake sh-t
if earthquake was a person it’d be me cause i be shakin’ blocks
me and my gun be f-ckin’ all day when it’s time to bust she bust at a opp like
(gun noises) that b-tch ain’t stop like
(knock knock knock) that b-tch gon’ knock
b-tch i caught some mo’ that’s double digits
can’t do the math im really drillin’
n-ggas out here mad i f-cked his b-tch lil’ boy get out yo’ feelings
fore’ i f-ck her get nut on yo pillow make you sleep in it
i’m talm bout raw n-gga beat her back n’ then get in her jaws n-gga
don’t compare me to them other n-ggas them lil’ n-ggas soft

- baby drill

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