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letra de rarecasette - bones

[intro]
what? what? what?
sesh, bones, dxrty, rxdd
“what’s up, homie?”
“hey, let go twist this n-gga’s cap back, man”
“yo let’s do it!” (skrrt)

[verse 1: dxrty rxdd]
these p-ssy -ss n-ggas always playin’ dxrty rxdd
like that n-gga is a rookie, f-ck you mean?
i made the all-star team
call me larry bird, shootin’ n-ggas bout they green
boston celtic-lookin’ n-gga blowin’ h-lla f-ckin’ trees
got them n-ggas’ girlfriends all on the f-ckin’ knees
when i hop out the f-ckin’ godd-mn black jeep
i’m a raider on the creep, never sleep
i peep the sh-t around me
before them n-ggas doubt me and now them b-tches like me
that sh-t ain’t right, i don’t like, i will fight
if you take my family name, lose your life
and that’s the game ’til i stop

[verse 2: bones]
steppin’ on the scene and know i’m grippin’ on that f-ckin’ mac
shootin’ at your f-ckin’ b-tt, i’m creepin’ up through the f-ckin’ back
posted on the f-ckin’ tack, i’ll pack the straps up in my mac
c-ck it back and let it fly, victim of a homicide
slidin’ in the f-ckin’ ride, take you to the other side
stuff your body in the trunk, hit the f-ckin’ countryside
drop your body in a ditch, then i’m finna hit the switch
keep that .45 for any motherf-ckers tryin’ to snitch
ridin’ with the f-ckin’ clip, murder on my f-ckin’ mind
bullet packed into my gat in case they try to blow my high
hop out, let it fly right into the f-ckin’ sky
step up on your f-ckin’ block
my glock, they know the f-ckin’ hot

- bones

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