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letra de the hotspot - dt (lth) & pacman tv

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lt k, best change that type-o (lt, lt)
why lie tho? no get-back, they ain’t drillin’ on my bros
pick up your’ knife and put down your’ iphone
out on the hill, watch out for the 5-0 (watch out)
get done backroad or the highroad (which one?)
opps wanna’ buy clothes, we buy guns make them sing highnotes (boy)
get done on the side-road, or it might be the main spot
beat that wolly, best hold that st-rdy
yo, done made him dance like kay flock
i’m diggin’ it deep, i don’t care about mercy
my ears are on mute, i don’t care if he says “stop” (don’t care, don’t care)
if bro got that gaugе, no id parade, but it might be a faceshot (bow)
don’t bеlieve their’ lies, i don’t know how i beef these guys (how?)
corn got slapped, my man tried dash, and the neighbours screamin’ out “jesus christ”
got beef with vegan guys, i don’t know why lie so we feed them our knives
two hands on the 12 no need for the time
opps aim high like they beefin’ the sky (safe)
cah’ their’ waps are [?], sh-t corn, dash that in a dustbin
news just in, i ain’t trynna’ see justing, gang’s plugged in, no, our guns ain’t rustened (no)
trust a b-tch, are you buzzin’? (safe)
she suck d-ck and i’m beefin’ her cousin
the verbal abuse ain’t doin’ us nothing
t–th in the chamber if i’m trynna’ do sutting’ (boy)
black bells get stuffed in, pick a poison it might be a ching (ching)
first time i put knife in a skin, i was half his age, i ain’t hypin’ a thing
me and bro digged that in the sight of the pigs, no kizz, that’s flizz
one-two ching, then we walked off quick, yo, free reload, free stig (free ’em up)
creep up gang, hop out in a black mask (boy)
bine, you know that we bang our’s
could’ve got my man, but he just ran fast
that’s about 3 man stuffed in a black car (3 man)
pull up in black like panther
f-ck the boys in blue like lampard
try take the bus, but his face got battered
couldn’t give a toss, but i done it by standard (no)
true say we kick off, don’t get picked off
cah’ we don’t miss shots, reckz got tipped off
i know they’re p-ssed off, my man’s ‘been gone
shoot like frimpong, corn from the ding-dong
i can’t say what happened in this song (no)
jakes on my case, that’s intel (safe)
inhale, cuz’ their friends’ still in h-ll
f-ck feds, cuz’ my friends still in jail (yo)
one of their’ friends got taken again (again)
but they wanna’ go raving again
how many got cheffed? they ain’t makin’ amends (makin’ amends)
they’re gems, go pay for a skeng
i ain’t trynna’ get nicked for a blatant offense
jump in the ride with a blade and a skeng (blade and a skeng)
now their’ mates in a benz
cuz’ we blaze, this gang ain’t pay no respect (‘spect)

- dt lth pacman tv

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