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letra de can't save me - ebk jaaybo

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
(chris bone)

[chorus]
yeah, the preacher seen me and he walked the other way, he know he can’t save me
speak to my n-ggas like they donkeys from the g, my n-ggas ain’t baby
this big b-tch hit everybody by herself, guess i ain’t aiming
it sound like, “harrrah rauu” when drac shakin’ (yeah)
gon’ pop an opp before a perc, gales my mind gone
you know these n-ggas 5-0, it’s f-cked up we still gon’ slide more
wish dеath upon him, n-gga die slow
he sleep peacеfully at night, until his eyes close (yeah)

[verse]
i do walk throughs with satan, they are not godly
step through, for surely with some mainey sh-t, if i popped him
bend a right and let me out right here, i think that i spot him
opp n-gga, hit me ’bout a fade, he think that i’m rocky
aye, clap it up, this n-gga made me mad as f-ck
it ain’t hard to get a “b” on yo belt, grab you one
we popped his kid, now he don’t exist, he never had a son
pop a opp, switch fits, hit the crib, then laugh it up
act like i ain’t tag him up, but i don’t need the credit for it
almost got put to sleep, this f-ggot ass ain’t have his weapon on him
floppin’ like a fish, took every shot when i was steppin’ on him
ain’t ever slid with me, so gales ain’t ever smoking what i’m smoking
pick rose or rob bub, cause we done bent the block before
i had to cut the homie off, cause he ain’t sending shots no more
how she run off with the trap, and you penalize the ho
i treat the b-tch like the opps, do my doug, then get on
homicides and kick doors, this a murder operation
he talkin’ like he demon gales, he ain’t ever talk to satan
these shots meant to k!ll, god can’t help the paramedics save him
then swap ’em for another pole before they trace it
reckless when we chase people, we don’t want him here no more
left the house, ready to shoot but when he died, then get to blow
can’t funk with these n-ggas no more, they talking too much on these phones
on the gram talking ’bout a n-gga, that you know we popped, what the f-ck you n-ggas on?
(yeah, yeah)
it’s f-cked up i’m still gon’ slide on
mad as f-ck i left the drac, but i can’t dwell on that right now
i slid and put the 9 on him, i put that fire on him
think he that man that’s flyin’ sh-t, i put that iron on him
got his bro callin’ 911 like, “help me, bleezy’s dyin’ on me”
if that body ain’t somebody, then n-gga i don’t want it
but it ain’t sh-t, just strap them cleats, hit they block they can’t find it donk
yeah, yeah, i might just hang my jersey up, when i finally smoke him
this stupid ho smoke too much dope, and i can’t ride with smokey
yeah, i’m smirkin’ slap my sukka music, when i’m ridin’ on him
sometimes i wish my pops was here, when i slide it get lonely
my guys even phony, i can’t trust these n-ggas
gon’ f-ck him over with fully, before i f-ck with n-ggas
yeah, and i done put the grim reaper on a couple n-ggas
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
the preacher seen me and he walked the other way, he know he can’t save me
speak to my n-ggas like they donkeys from the g, my n-ggas ain’t baby
this big b-tch hit everybody by herself, guess i ain’t aiming
it sound like, “harrrah rauu” when drac shakin’ (yeah)
gon’ pop an opp before a perc, gales my mind gone
you know these n-ggas 5-0, it’s f-cked up we still gon’ slide more
wish death upon him, n-gga die slow
he sleep peacefully at night, until his eyes close (yeah, yeah)

- ebk jaaybo

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