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letra de no respect - crash22

[intro]
free the guys
rest up all of my drillers
rest up all my fallen soldiers
r.i.p lampz, r.i.p k1, r.i.p mello
getting sick of their lies

[verse 1]
talk about my bros, that’s no
get a man down for the cro’
done it already then done it again
don’t talk too much, ’cause they already know
big .44, the big .45
they crash man’s chest and leave man dead
on the floor, plus your dead friend
that’s quick maths, we put the n-gga to rest
i did it for the team
and i’ll do it again for the green
done up glides, done up jails
take those routes and done up ps
we’rе riding, riding
now all i hear is sirens
we got that yout, hе was screaming
they lock, done him up
bro quick, now left the scene silent
[verse 2]
they talk about murders, but n-gga we really lived that
they talk about shootings, but n-gga we really did that
chat sh-t about the woods
most bodies caught in north, that’s big facts
tall, lanky, black yout chasing opps with his rambo
that’s my driller, dipdat
now stop these lies
’cause you ain’t really been on rides
last time you came around here
mum’s life, one of your breddrins died
bucked you in the jail
you ran away ’cause you didn’t wanna fight
all your verbal makes me sick
i pray that i catch this pr-ck
catch you on the glide with a skeng in my hand
i’ll be saying goodnight
you really thought i was joking?
you ain’t really about this life
run, duck, dive
screaming .44, bore, dotts spy
now you’re dead
god always answers my prayers
that’s right, amen

[verse 3]
dip, dipdat this, dipdat that, and dip what?
telling lies on bro’s name’s getting me p-ssed off
like me, swift, lampz didn’t try take your wig off
talk about my k!llers, in real life they see us and kick off
and stop with the lies, and maybe start with the truth
we do bootings, catch murders
but we don’t hit the booth
we do things, keep quiet, go home
watch and enjoy the news
’cause we ain’t gotta prove sh-t
the hitters know and trident’s got the proof
when we skating, it’s serious, ain’t no time for playing
y, mickz, blacz, [?] on the act, ain’t no time for praying
remember that day
me and lampz caught you n-gga, i’m just saying
crash you on g-wing with five man
n-gga, stop the faking
[verse 5]
whole gang’s in jail, now they wanna bang
you ain’t touched none of the real hitters
so what have you done for your gang?
they talk drills but the skengs ain’t clapped
talk like they ain’t been touched
are you forgetting that chicken got whacked?
‘019 plates think you’re back
you’re 10 years late
every time i came around there, you was humble
you’re claiming that weren’t mates
how many of my guys done been birded?
these h-rnsey neeks ain’t worth it
they talk crud about “wood’s in tears”
when hb rides out and he-rs-d it
i don’t know none of these guys
[?] run like a hundred times

[verse 6]
‘019 and now you’re bad
i swear i’m getting sick of this guy
got corns running but who got bined?
these opps run away a lot
the shank ting’s getting all long
mum telling me to change, it’s all long
feel so right when i do a n-gga wrong
it feel so right to do a n-gga wrong
test out the .9, i made sure i test out the bine
so when i step on the glide
get a man down, ’cause he stepped out the line
cold hearted k!ller
let him say his last words now i’m talking his life
fl!ckies to rambos, zks, now loading up .4s countless times
[verse 7]
shh got put in a spliff
and shh got put in a spliff
and shh got put in a spliff
my 9 n-ggas said it, i ain’t gotta say sh-t
f-ck it, moneyj put in a spliff
crimez got put in a spliff
kobi got put in a spliff
kaos got put in a spliff

[outro]
chicken got put in a spliff
prof’ got put in a spliff
grindz put my man in that spliff, sh-t
we ran out of chip

- crash22

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