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letra de c2tg - eric kxng

pop-pop till ya drop, body full of bullet holes
where the hollow point sh-lls land, man n0body knows

yea, aye-yeah
okay, slay stay back away
kickin in sh-t you can catch this blade
face made extra glaze
take a step back or decease your stay
hate on me, just hate on me
not really, i’m just made to be
an enemy that tends to be
on top of every single f-ckin thing
but you wanna talk sh-t to my face, i just want you outta my sight
bet you’re gonna regret all the big talk/big dog with no bite
playing games like your jigsaw, ripoff i’mma change your life
the difference between me and you is day and night

day and night, yeah
day and night, yeah
day and night (yeah)
day and night, okay
day and night, yeah-yeah
day and night (yeah)
day and night (aye)
day and night, yeah
talkin with no body
walkin with the shotty
you tha top, we do you sloppy
chopper$ talk, mr. miyagi

.223s, they peel your face
i need bandz like the stage
i be numb, feel no ways
from the cradle to the grave, aye

talkin with no body
walkin with the shotty
you tha top, we do you sloppy
chopper$ talk, mr. miyagi

.223s, they peel your face
i need bandz like the stage
i be numb, feel no ways
from the cradle to the grave, aye

pop-pop till ya drop, body full of bullet holes
where the hollow point sh-lls land, man n0body knows

pop-pop till ya drop, body full of bullet holes
where the hollow point sh-lls land, man n0body knows
sixth-lls
see, i’m crawling out the grave, aye
bad b-tch give me face, aye
hunting for your head
boy i’ll let you live so you feel the pain, aye
feelin cold outside when your time is ticking
smell the blood
outshine
all you b-tches tripping
i’m addicted to everything, that’s all
you’re just a f-ckin kid from montreal
urban jungle tryna take your life
hysteric crack rocks and pipes
you never know when we’re gon pull up
just look at my face, see i don’t look right

huh
kxng still spittin like a motherf-ckin corpse
f-ck with a n-gga, get the beats like cxrpse
you know a n-gga keep a magazine like source
still finding ways to get you bucked like h-o-r-s-e
yuh, and i heard that goofy 69 singing till he ho-rs-
still dreamin of speedin in that ghini or the porsche
triple 6’s like the mafia, ouija, yes the board
ain’t no one stopping ya ‘cept the city to the morgue
i put 40k on the head of 40k
with a glock 40, clutch like horry so unholy with the tre
aye
body bags
more body bags please

- eric kxng

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