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letra de all the way to the bitches - deekay (rapper)

pre-intro: w-, we- (x4) love you eryxse (uhh, ha)

(music)

introduction [deekay]: everybody want it, but they never come through
i be taking two shots when i aim at you
is it blood on the scene or my red bottom shoes
when i light up a fire and i set off the fuse
ayy, run it up, run it up, bands for a black-wood
choppa with a beam and we coming right at you
better not scream cause we’ll lock you in the bathroom
i ain’t playing games little b-tch, you better have food
run it up, got a hunnid and the bands back
playing all these hoes like a liar with a mad cap
i be getting money еvery day it’s a mad fact
moving to the burbs with a b-tch and a hand tat

versе 1 [erykse]: me and deekay up, hit a b-tch face down
pack a punch my wrist like i’m playing downtown
if a b-tch act tough, put the dog in the pound
plant the bomb on his lawn, call that sh-t a nuke town
what the f-ck, step back heavy metal like a gym
i’ll be stacking up guap, slide yo phone swap his sim
had the feds pulling up, run a b-tch off a net
now i’ma take that boy’s funds, put this down to his neck
stomp a f-ck boy’s face in my new j1’s
new ak, put his soul to a blunt
i’ma smoke puff pass, good dope a1
gang on lock, like the book with the suns
i’ma hop out to shoot that little b-tch my son
tell ‘em hop off d-ck, i only say sh-t once
i’ma take his chain, i’ma take his b-tch
i’ma take your life, on your grave, i p-ss (echoing into silence)
bridge [erykse]: gripping poles, two twin berettas
two aks, we body catchers
chase em down up out his sketchers
take his b-tch, lil’ bro i’m better
f-ck what you think put them down in the dirt
blew a whole bag on this gucci fur coat (fur coat)
b-tch i’m aiming the sight, spent a band on this scope
if a f-ck boy talk, i’ma slit his throat (echoing into silence)

chorus [deekay]: everybody want it, but they never come through
i be taking two shots when i aim at you
is it blood on the scene or my red bottom shoes
when i light up a fire and i set off the fuse
(evil empire, laughing all the way to the)
ayy, run it up, run it up, bands for a black-wood
choppa with a beam and we coming right at you
better not scream cause we’ll lock you in the bathroom
i ain’t playing games little b-tch, you better have food
run it up, got a hunnid and the bands back
playing all these hoes like a liar with a mad cap
i be getting money every day it’s a mad fact
moving to the burbs with a b-tch and a hand tat

- deekay rapper

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