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letra de smoked out killaz - devilish trio

[verse 1: baker]
baker creepin’ while you sleepin’ on the track, that’ to attack
bustas out here runnin’ lip; talking sh-t behind my back
if you hoe, b-tch i’m foe, empathy i’m never showin’
slowly rollin’ in a stolen, blacked-out he-rs- with rims that’s golden
dim the lights, in the days, smoked out k!llaz in a rage
devilish is just our ways, the trio’s here to set ablaze
compet-tion, its our mission, so i don’t care who i’m hittin’
if you disrespectin’ pimpin’ then your f-cking head i’m splittin’
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i bring it rough
speaking through the static
if you think you tough; come and step
i’ll show you who’s the baddest
never. gave a. f-ck
i just get drunk and i smoke some weed
shadows of the cut, resides the evil deep inside of me
hear the angels weep, as i creep up from beneath
evil sh-t is what i speak, this darker sh-t’s what i believe
feel the force, where’s the score
in your head i have contort
images of death and gore, brainwashed, k!lled and on the floor
follow me, won’t be missed
never happy; always p-ssed
tenngage, hydra mane and baker bringing that devil sh-t

[verse 2: hydra mane]
hydra mane, in the shadows creeping with the glock 9
all the bustas scatter when the devil’s trio come around
3 k!llers from the shop, strapped up
down for a murder man
plastic curled up in my trunk
rollin’ down the f-ckin’ strip
that’s the f-ckin’ devil sh-t
smokin’ dimes; ‘stead i can’t pr-nounce f-ckin’ out the whip
pulled up on your whole d-mn clique
what you standin’ for?
m-ss murder on your -ss, like i’m charlie manson, hoe
pimpin’ since still pimpin’
on my grind, all the time
get me back, to your head, if you try to f-ck with my point blank
and i gotta get my cheese, so i’m creepin’ thru the night
in a blacked out he-rs-, got the devil by my side
screamin’ doomshop, doomshop
til’ i f-ckin’ die
got the mossberg pump, and with that i take your life
first 40k, all these bustas defecate
on the playa from the south
when you’re [?]
you get shot, to the ground
dev-lish 3, in your town
f-ck with us; we bustin’ rounds
smokin’ bud, by the pound
here, i bring that evil sound

- devilish trio

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