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letra de shiv - cody manson

[intro: cody manson]
yeah! trife life!
devereaux devereaux devereaux
look, look!

[chorus: cody manson]
keep acting hard, i’ll carve your face up with this shank (with this shank)
i’ll blow your f-cking brains out in the sink (pow!)
shiv to your ribs, watch you bleed out till you faint (hahaha)
f-ck yo opinion, give a f-ck ’bout what you think (naw)
shut the f-ck up! before i pistol whip yo lip
p-ssy what’s up! you ain’t really with the sh-t
back the f-ck up (b-tch)! i’m ’bout to split your f-cking wig
you just got f-cked up (b-tch)! tryna show off for a b-tch! (ayy)
[post-chorus: cody manson]
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
throw a party with the gang p-ssing on yo grave
look

[verse 1: cody manson]
i was sick of being broke, i got my racks up (i got my racks up)
i jumped straight off the porch and picked the pack up (i picked up a pack)
i always keep that pole, don’t need no backup (you know i carry it)
momma found my fist pistol hidden under my mattress (yeah!)
m-masked up (masked up), strapped up (strapped up) (hey!)
quit hatin’ on me b-tch, go get your bag up (get your money)
you keep braggin’ ’bout that b-tch, already had her (oh sh-t!)
keep playin’ with me, p-ssy boy, i got yo address (hahaha)

[chorus: cody manson]
keep acting hard, i’ll carve your face up with this shank (with this shank)
i’ll blow your f-cking brains out in the sink (pow!)
shiv to your ribs, watch you bleed out till you faint (hahaha)
f-ck yo opinion, give a f-ck ’bout what you think (naw)
shut the f-ck up! before i pistol whip yo lip
p-ssy what’s up! you ain’t really with the sh-t
back the f-ck up (b-tch)! i’m ’bout to split your f-cking wig
you just got f-cked up (b-tch)! tryna show off for a b-tch! (ayy)
[post-chorus: cody manson]
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
throw a party with the gang p-ssing on yo grave
look

[verse 2: cody manson]
i’m moving through your city like a mercenary (with my military)
strapped up to the tees like the military (we be k!lling sh-t)
no, i don’t show no love b-tch, this ain’t february (i ain’t showin’ love)
i got savage in my blood, yeah, it’s hereditary (b-tch it’s in my blood)
got some homies in the fed, some homies in the county (they ain’t comin’ home)
i got homies on the run that’s duckin’ from them bounties (they ain’t comin’ home)
trife life, that’s the gang but it’s more like a army (yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!)
got the location off the flyer, pull up, f-ck up the party

[chorus: cody manson]
keep acting hard, i’ll carve your face up with this shank (with this shank)
i’ll blow your f-cking brains out in the sink (pow!)
shiv to your ribs, watch you bleed out till you faint (hahaha)
f-ck yo opinion, give a f-ck ’bout what you think (naw)
shut the f-ck up! before i pistol whip yo lip
p-ssy what’s up! you ain’t really with the sh-t
back the f-ck up (b-tch)! i’m ’bout to split your f-cking wig
you just got f-cked up (b-tch)! tryna show off for a b-tch! (ayy)
[post-chorus: cody manson]
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
we ’bout to throw a party in the cemetery
throw a party with the gang p-ssing on yo grave

- cody manson

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