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letra de pray for benzino - ca$his

[intro]
227 till i 187 (yeah)
b-tch i’m from tha 9, yo hood ain’t no realer (f-ck)
(n-gga)

[verse]
(look) it’s a land fire
i’m murkin’ this black quagmire
this goofy still alive, what the f-ck is you?
a vampire?
whack yo name out, find yo ghost writer
and blam guy
shoutout to tha goyas (ey)
i can afford to send them bandz out (hey!)
g like a hoya n-gga
wanna know ’bout ca$his? (ca$his)
i was 74 ‘n 714 ‘n plug with real n-ggas
like glasses (malone), uh
linked with crook when he was with suge
and i was strapped up, me and eastwood
punkin’ p-ssy n-ggas when they act up
like u, raymond n-gga
u don’t have a clue ’bout gang bangin’ (no)
u been shot, i’ve been grazed n-gga (oouu)
i don’ put bad mans off in they grave
this is true
brains poppin’ out they cranium like jades
when they bloom n-gga
i take chainz off, lame n-ggas too (whoo)
n-gga, i’m from 78th ‘n langley
what yo lame ass gon’ do, n-gga? (what?)
i’m bogish and it’s known lon city’s soul ‘n em (you know)
this dwarf is just a troll and he know he a hoe, n-gga (we know)
u cryin’ to police, the plot is gettin’ thicker (what)
u showering at red roof, wit’ a n-gga (d-mn)
b-tch, back off of my motherf-ckin’ d-ck (biatch)
u a runt sized punk
u stand up to gobble glizz (biatch)
i could go mask up and rotate until u dead (biatch)
in gun formation, we throwin’ k’s at yo head
i wasn’t involved
don’t try to reach out to em or paul (nah)
it ain’t callin’ em off
i’m bout the serve this n-gga
i think i know who helped u pen it
u know tell murk u n-gga
u been ducken for a minute huh
step up out the shade huh
hop up n these flamez huh
i’m on yo motherf-cker ass anyway
let’s get it
lemme break it down my n-gga
a n-gga who lost it all
go use my name the clown b-tch
how you like me now b-tch
have you scared to see me
eyes the ground b-tch
i got a next gen on me right now switched
still the same kid
that aired out them crowds hit
zino layin dead on the ground sh-t
it’s premedited
i’m heavy weighted
you’z a busta
a snake ass fake ass
b-tch ass motherf-cker
this sh-t is crazy
i’m on my biddaness man
we not alike
cuz what u like is really a man
c iam n-gga folk
n i can’t let down my bigga bro
u step round here finna go
got green light like open roads
[outro]
capo
n-gga trippin’ mane

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