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letra de g.i.b.w - ciggy blacc

[intro]
gang-gang-gang
watch ’em
(yoeliwtf)
hahaha (glah-glah)
[?] r.i.p. the bros, r.i.p. the guys, n-gga (rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
we went shot for shot
it’s still on king cj drive with fullys (boom-boom-boom)

[verse]
god i was wonderin’ (rrah)
why so many people xin’ out? (gang)
on my way i feel safe by my mother house (boom)
i was hoopin’, i took me another route (gang-gang-gang)
it was hard, look (rrah-rrah)
it was me and bro how it started out (rrah)
i was booked, did some time, i’ma terror now (glah-glah-glah)
and bro hopped off the porch and started clearin’ out (boom-boom-boom)
fifteen i was sellin’ the fiends (gang-gang-gang)
in the trap cookin’ work, while we talkin’ ’bout dreams
and you got a son, look (rrah-rrah)
you ain’t seen him turn ten (gang-gang-gang)
heart cold, [?]
steppers keep sendin’ ’til the world end (boom-boom-boom)
and the smoke will nevеr clear
hit the target and thе rest is for his parents (rrah-rrah)
he get caught hit the lawyer for fare (gang-gang-gang)
he ain’t snitchin’ even if he get the chair (glah-glah-glah)
that’s how we was raised (rrah)
uh, we plot, we play (glah-glah-glah)
look, fourty get him laid (gang-gang-gang)
uh, he crop, he stay
we [?] smoke, then embrace
woke up, man down, he delay (glah-glah-glah)
body lackin’, carbon hit his face (gang-gang-gang)
i ain’t braggin’, i shoot like d. wade (boom-boom-boom)
i sent three, he get sent to that place (rrah-rrah)
i ain’t missin’, he dyin’ today (rrah-rrah)
god i been wonderin’ (god i been)
why i’m feelin’ this way?
now his mama be stutterin’ (now his mama be)
tellin’ me, “i love you, be safe” (rrah)
every tear i see, make him pay (gang)
every time i win, n-ggas hate
every time i ate, n-ggas ate
every time they ate, had to wait
and i’m back on my grind, i’m in shape (rrah-rrah)
[?] (gang-gang-gang)
i done slide [?] [on my brodie grave?] (boom-boom-boom)
[?] (gang-gang-gang)
and them nights i had no where to stay (like)
it’s crazy how far me the slime is (rrah)
[?] (gang-gang-gang)
[?] my mama big crib, you probably could ponder sh-t (rrah-rrah)
now look at the time we in (boom-boom-boom)
watch who you hurt on the come up
you still be alone, with your funds up
got your life in my hands, please don’t run up
and bro got locked ’cause his gun tucked, n-gga (boom, rrah-rrah)
and bro got locked ’cause his gun tucked (gang-gang-gang)
got your life in my hands, please don’t run up (rrah, boom-boom-boom)
[outro]
free the stepper, free the sgs, n-gga
free the drenchers

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