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letra de playa hatas - doc gruesome

[intro: doc gruesome]
there he go
there he go
there he go
there he go

[chorus: doc gruesome]
player haters always want to talk sh-t
if i’m grippin’ on my shottie, put your body in a ditch
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
player haters always want to talk sh-t
if i’m grippin’ on my shottie, put your body in a ditch
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
swervin’ sideways, switchblades to your f-ckin’ face
gruesome in the building and your b-tch gon’ want a taste
i bе that triple six superstar, mosh pit maker
opps running for my music likе i am the undertaker
earthquaker, soul shaker, bad b-tch breaker
bread maker, life taker, opp disintegrator
crazies always want to go and hate up on a kid
like a kid i can deal with somebody who give a sh-t
hey listen quick! you kids suck on my d-ck (suck on my d-ck)
stunt on a b-tch with a glock on my hip (a glock on my hip b-tch)
never been the one to call it quits
you f-ckin’ fakes gon’ have to k!ll me if you want me out this b-tch
see i ain’t never been afraid of living on the edge (h-ll naw)
revolver what’s in my temple, blow the trigger ’til i’m dead
bad little b-tch in the cut give me head
every plug that i’ve got got a case with the feds
[chorus: doc gruesome]
player haters always want to talk sh-t
if i’m grippin’ on my shottie, put your body in a ditch
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
player haters always want to talk sh-t
if i’m grippin’ on my shottie, put your body in a ditch
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go

[verse 2: doc gruesome]
bring the body bag i’ll make you do the harlem shake
bring you to your crib so you ain’t got no time to fake
sending shots to your house, i’ll see the wall break
when it come to this murder sh-t i refer to as the grave
motherf-ckers in my city always hating on me
b-tch i’m coming up quick, check the stats, ain’t no debating, homie
pull up on the spot, i make the f-cking ground shake
got the whole block jumping, vision never gonna change
and i am the beast that go bump in the night
you hide in your bed while you slither in sight
glock in your hand make sure you hold it tight
’cause when i get a sight i’ma shoot you alive
i’ma make that little p-ssy b-tch die
i love it even more when you cry
big angry shout to the sky
see your gods all lie in the end
[chorus: doc gruesome]
player haters always want to talk sh-t
if i’m grippin’ on my shottie, put your body in a ditch
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
player haters always want to talk sh-t
if i’m grippin’ on my shottie, put your body in a ditch
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
i let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go

- doc gruesome

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