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letra de deadisland - detains

[intro: trippie redd]
rest in paradise
oh, oh, oh, oh

[chorus: trippie redd]
laser beams, laser beams
boy, i got them laser beams
my glocky got angel wings (yeah, yeah)
angel wings, my glocky got angel wings
send you to the sky, hope you can fly (yeah)
your whole fam gon’ mourn when you die (yeah)
r.i.p., n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
n-gga, r.i.p., r.i.p. n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
r.i.p., n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
n-gga, r.i.p., r.i.p. n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
went and iced out my neck, went and got some baguettes, yeah
i just jumped off of the jet, yeah
boy, that’s an honorable flex, yeah
boy, you know my arm flyer than my nеck
you ran out of time, your family is hurting
your family is hurting
you dead, lil’ n-gga, i’m closing the curtain
i’m closing thе curtain
rob ’em, k!ll ’em, buy mama a birkin
buy mama a birkin
step on a n-gga, he didn’t deserve it
fresh in this b-tch like some laundry detergent
k!ll me a n-gga, man, life isn’t perfect
instagram [?] on his shirt, b-tch
count up the green, man, count up the green
like i’m godd-mn kermit
chopper sh-lls ’cause you done earned it
let them chopper sh-lls off in the morning
don’t go playing crazy, don’t make me nervous
we got bodies like morgues, we got bodies like wars
[chorus: trippie redd]
laser beams, laser beams
boy, i got them laser beams
my glocky got angel wings (yeah, yeah)
angel wings, my glocky got angel wings
send you to the sky, hope you can fly (yeah)
your whole fam gon’ mourn when you die (yeah)
r.i.p., n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
n-gga, r.i.p., r.i.p. n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
r.i.p., n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
n-gga, r.i.p., r.i.p. n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)

[verse 2: detains]
ooh, ooh, ooh, r.i.p., r.i.p.
glock in my hand, you gon’ d-i-e
i get that money, they envy me
i need a mac with a semi, please
freaky lil’ b-tch and she swallow the seed
i’m getting money, stop talking to me
all of these diamonds, they biting on me
all of these hoes fighting for me
you talking that sh-t, don’t sit right with me
i hop out the lamb’, got the pipe on me
we live in h-ll where it’s hard to breathe
got demons at play and it’s all on my sleeve
we wiping his nose, we making him sneeze
i’m up in the coupe, man, she sucking on me
i’m counting these racks but it’s nothing to me
d-mn
that chopper gon’ shoot ’til the morning
i’m in the bentley, you know that it’s roaring
speak on the gang then you know that we storming
i’m sipping that drank and that sh-t got me snoring
when we shoot this sh-t, b-tch, you know that we scoring
yeah, yeah, yeah, r.i.p., r.i.p.
[chorus: trippie redd]
laser beams, laser beams
boy, i got them laser beams
my glocky got angel wings (yeah, yeah)
angel wings, my glocky got angel wings
send you to the sky, hope you can fly (yeah)
your whole fam gon’ mourn when you die (yeah)
r.i.p., n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
n-gga, r.i.p., r.i.p. n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
r.i.p., n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)
n-gga, r.i.p., r.i.p. n-gga, r.i.p. (yeah)

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