letra de deadmon - bigsmokechapo
[intro]
big smoke f-cking chapo n-gga
yall n-ggas hoes
[?]
[chorus]
man down now he screaming out redrum
run down then your ass is a dead mon
hear the gun sound when we shoot at your head mon
we ain’t play around, might just chop of your head mon
run a n-gga up, put dead opps in the air
three grams dead opps in the air
ar with the scope, n-gga h-ll yeah
tre pound with a limp n-gga h-ll yeah
100 round on the stick, n-gga h-ll yeah
got a fifty round on a gl!ck, n-gga h-ll yeah
you n-ggas soft, i was [?] by the [?] man
don’t play around we gon’ go in your sh-t man
quickdraw a b-tch ass with a fn
his momma crying at the 7/11
know some n-ggas hiding, we gon send em a message
know some n-ggas sliding, yeah i f-ck with real stеppers
[verse]
we gon’ run down, put the mof-cking polе up
got a big .45 and a mof-cking [?]
n-ggas really talk [?] got me feeling like [?]
got two glocks on me cuz’ a n-gga really [?]
do you really your chain, lil n-gga would you die for it
cuz’ my ar-15 will put you on fire, fire for it
[?] quickdraw be around boy
cross a n-gga out, play his ass like a gameboy
my down south n-ggas love totin’ that k mon
my up north n-ggas be totin’ [?]
real street n-ggas, b-tch we still hit l!cks
i’ll set a n-gga up, just me and a bad b-tch
real trap n-gga b-tch, we having traffic
n-gga bome to my side b-tch, we get brackin’
new shooters and they hit sh-t like [?]
north, southside and they know i’m the chairman
still posted on the block and we smoking on dead man
sh-t got me geeked, feeling like [?]
and my brother down the road with a [?]
big ass knife got em’ feeling like jason
got your hoe in the spot, my d-ck she tasting
everybody wanna be real until they gotta face it
b-tch
[chorus]
man down now he screaming out redrum
run down then your ass is a dead mon
hear the gun sound when we shoot at your head mon
we ain’t play around, might just chop of your head mon
run a n-gga up, put dead opps in the air
three grams dead opps in the air
ar with the scope, n-gga h-ll yeah
tre pound with a limp n-gga h-ll yeah
100 round on the stick, n-gga h-ll yeah
got a fifty round on a gl!ck, n-gga h-ll yeah
you n-ggas soft, i was [?] by the [?] man
don’t play around we gon’ go in your sh-t man
quickdraw a b-tch ass with a fn
his momma crying at the 7/11
know some n-ggas hiding, we gon send em a message
know some n-ggas sliding, yeah i f-ck with real steppers
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