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letra de tied up - down6

[verse 1: down6]
let me tell you b-tches what i really think about ya
honest to god, ripper of hearts, there’s no where to hide and i found ya
once chance, two men, three opps, for me, know i’m emptying a clip in yo’ b-tch ass
why is everybody p-ssy to the criticism? y’all don’t wanna listen, live life as a kiss-ass
when they are b-tchy, i just wanna hurt ’em
know six in yo’ city, relentlessly serve ’em
some preppy ass b-tch, a grown man who is lost and ain’t good
understood, no more working with bums, i’ll hurt ’em
certainly urge to purge the fanbase in the worst way
i’m a joke like my godd-mn birthday
worst day, giving that b-tch a reason to be thirsty
bringin’ the hurt and keepin’ ’em sure that you will never step into this
moment when the beat is fading, waiting for eternal rhythm
fans’ll keep invading, imitating what i burn up on their algorithm
melting every cell up in their cranium
the stadium is shouting for the digger of the graves to burn them all with this all-hurtful verbatim

[hook: down6]
b-tch get tied up, struggling to rise, tough
insides spewed on the carpet leaving a smell of rotting dry guts
eyes shut, huntings from the necrophiliac’ll make a motherf-cker cry, bruh
soul so prolific that satan made images touching and clear for like all the persuaded
b-tch get tied up, struggling to rise, tough
insides spewed on the carpet leaving a smell of rotting dry guts
eyes shut, huntings from the necrophiliac’ll make a motherf-cker cry, bruh
soul so prolific that satan made images touching and clear for like all the persuaded
[verse 2: down6]
bank account, empty all my savings on a murder weapon
late to bounce, haunt up in yo’ city and i hurt a brethren
laid ’em out and chop their f-ckin’ bodies into perfect sections
sure you reppin’, but soon regretting it when yo boy’s beheaded
mood resetting, moon be out shining all on the mass relentless
rooted peasant, rude and unpleasant, test me, you’ve begun yo’ sentence
ready for the battle, don’t n0body wanna get to bucking with it
in the vision of a psychedelic image, why they talking and they stalking?
what a bother, but i’m grinning, not impossible to rattle but i never fail a mission
if you hinder what i carry to the bronze and golden pedestal
the diamond gonna be shining for the record that i’m hangin’, bro
i’m bitter with it, hit up on the crack and be an animal, impeccable
unload a clip and blast that motherf-cker where they banging, ho
you brothers articulate false and fake evidence
i’m what y’all imitate often, it’s evident
mob and we rob, i don’t shop on the premises
shawty stay giving that gawk, hit the penjamin
i radiate temptation, set fire to the nation
comply or you aching, must give me my payment
or you’ll die on the pavement

[interlude]
i guess it’s fine, i don’t like his voice
really?
“don’t step in my city”
it did, it sounded good
well, no
the best part was the sound, it sounded good
no
[verse 3: bl–dy ruckus]
hot sh-lls for a lame, exposing yo’ f-ckin’ brain
get the f-ck up off my d-ck, you do not live by what you claim
talkin’ like you know me but the truth is that you don’t know sh-t
in this game, there’s no surviving, might as well just be a b-tch
schoolin’ fools like “what it do?” die with pride and take that l
shotty blast to yo’ chest, bigger than a wishing well
dismember all of my opps like cartels down in mexico
taking heads back to wisco while puffin’ on that cali dro
think i won’t come back with a body bag with yo’ name on it, b-tch, you f-ckin’ pest
ain’t n0body cappin’, literally i’m gonna have to murder every motherf-cker without no vest
you off on that meth, i’m off on that death, with a snap back and a dead cat in my back pack
poppin’ when i murder everybody with a semi automatic with a devil and a homie with a lit match
i don’t f-ck with the opps, p-ssy boy get the f-ck off my block
i don’t give a f-ck about a k!ller with a milla, motherf-cker, don’t be talkin’ to me out of pocket
knowing that i’ll rock a motherf-cker with a hammer in the ghetto, with yo’ mother in a body bag, i’ll put her in the gutter with your brother
when i hit him with the kamikaze in the underground, i’ll put a goofy in a cemetery like a sucka undercover

- down6

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