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letra de city pressure - big azrael

[intro: sg batman]
ayy, gettin’ that
on folks’ grave
haha, on folks’ grave
on folks’ grave

[verse 1: big azrael]
pull up, hop out, let that switch go brrt (brrt)
n-gga talk tough, now his face on a shirt (boom!)
chased his ass down, left his brains on the curb (f-ck!)
hollows ate him up, left his ass in the dirt (b-tch!)
ain’t no lackin’, we be clappin’, what you talkin’ ‘bout? (f-ck n-gga)
caught his ass at mickey d’s, took the safe route (scary-ass)
f-ck leek, roll him up, smoke him out the pound (dead n-gga)
all my opps, they dead, we done ran ‘em outta town (p-ssy!)
still ridin’ ‘round with that switch on my lap (brrt!)
still catchin’ n-ggas lackin’, put ‘em straight on snap (boom!)
caught a opp slippin’, he was cryin’ on his live (what?)
n-gga said he outside, but that n-gga ain’t alive (goof!)

[verse 2: sg batman]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
ayy, n-gga, what the f-ck you mean? (b-tch)
catch a opp, we pop out quick, turn his ass into a meme (boom, boom!)
n-ggas talk that gangsta sh-t, but they ain’t nevеr on the scene (goofy!)
all that typin’ on thе net, boy, get your ass off the screen (hah!)
ayy, b-tch, we trappin’, servin’ smack right on his strip (on the block)
caught his ass lackin’, left his dumb ass in a lyft (haha!)
lil’ bro itchin’ for a body, he just waitin’ for the hit (brrt)
spin the block, then double back, make sure we ain’t missin’ sh-t (boom!)
f-ck your brother, f-ck your cousin, f-ck your mama, f-ck your block (f-ck ‘em all!)
n-gga, we ain’t squashin’ sh-t, we still spinnin’ with them glocks (grrt!)
call my shooter doordash, he gon’ pull up, get you dropped (haha!)
face shot, headshot, left that p-ssy in a box (boom!)
[verse 3: lil scoom89]
(let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!)
n-gga, what you mean? we got choppas, we got beams (brrt)
f-ck his gang, f-ck his hood, we pull up and clear the scene (b-tch-ass n-gga!)
shot him once, but bro said “nah,” he need to hear that n-gga scream (aghh!)
let that k off in his face, turned his dream into a dream (dead!)
b-tch, i’m really steppin’, i ain’t never duckin’ smoke (h-ll nah!)
pulled up to his mama house and put that barrel to her throat (p-ssy!)
heard he talkin’ out his neck? now that n-gga got a hole (boom!)
had to switch out on the glock, now that b-tch just overload (brrt, brrt!)
n-ggas cappin’ on they dead mans, that boy ain’t even slide (never!)
caught his lil’ brother lackin’, left his brains right outside (d-mn!)
n-gga said he smokin’ who? now his stupid ass fried (goofy!)
ain’t no talkin’, ain’t no mercy, b-tch, you know we down to ride (slide!)

[outro: sg batman ]
n-gga, on folks’ grave
on folks’ grave (haha!)
whole city know what the f-ck we on, n-gga
f-ck the opps, spin again! (brrt, brrt!)

- big azrael

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