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letra de graveyard edition - dark lo

[verse 1: dark lo]
it’s no love, n-ggas prolly hate me
i give my youngings burners tell ’em break off the safety
aim, shoot, reload, never move shakey
i did a year in the hole, and still couldn’t break me
came home, surrounded by some sucker sh-t lately
red bone, light eyes, this chick wanna date me
took her to the char house, on the way she ate me
prolly be a n-gga that i love gonna snake me
i’m out ac, chilling, side-betting
i lost like 5 grand less than 5 seconds
that’s petty change, break bread with my brethren
ain’t sh-t change, keep an automatic weapon
two left feet and you still half stepping
it’s sixteen thousand if you need half a section
so smooth but i move with aggression
and got a new connect, dirt cheap, and he mexican
that’s the realest sh-t ever
my guns get cleaned then my c0ke gets measured
shooters on go they don’t fold under pressure
guns gonna blow, i send ’em through, my pleasure
we give testers, new dope, new stamp, obh gang, black mafia, new branch
it’s ron harvey, shoot up your party
pull out my d-ck and p-ss on you like arty
the pound seven is an fn
all boot knife in the jail make you check in
i seen a n-ggas shoulders touch, when his chest bent
due to the slugs out the 50 cal weston
he was on his phone texting
when them n-ggas crept him and sent him to the essence
you talking bout grimy bars i’m the best in
line them n-ggas up, i’ll run through your best ten

- dark lo

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