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letra de police found teeth in a shoot out - g.a.s gang

[intro: young troopz]
the barracks studios
shower man

[verse 1: young troopz]
y.t they got the bully back (the bully back)
might hit wooly road to cop a woolly hat (yes)
driving through the otherside, ’cause i’m fully g-ssed
told the driver to stop here, need to pull it back
nah fam, you ain’t burning sh-t
the only reason why your name’s up because they heard of giggs (ya d-ckhead)
you p-ssyoles, yeah you work a beef
but if you violate, i’ll be rolling past the burger king (ya dun know)
i’ll be rollin with younger rat
plus yardman in the car with the pump and strap
hit your head, shoulders, knees and toes not the funky sk-nk (no)
when the pumpy bangs, dump your gang, make you understand (kaboom)
yeah you got some joke men in your d-mn squad
one thinks, he’s a f-cking pimp
get him d-mn shot
we came yellow brick after baby ryder’s funeral
wearing suits & shoes, and dem p-ssyoles ran off

[verrse 2: johnny guns]
shooting star wayne, the luger shooter (yes)
i’m johnny guns (guns), and i’m reppin’ for the gullyside (gully)
gully f-cking hype, i’ll switch him off like a bl–dy light (dead)
got the bally tight and the luger lady’s shooting nice
i’m telling these guys, don’t stress me out (don’t do it)
sweeties from the luger i’ll be slapping out
shut your f-cking mouth, jump out the whip, aim- (bow) down (dead)
nozzle on the tip of the gun, you won’t hear a sound (nah)
i don’t play games, no playground (no)
gfr, gas family riders (riders)
the otherside? they’re a bunch of liars (ya liar)
they’re letting down the olders like flat tyres (down)
if you violate, come across the iron (bow, bow)
young wayne’s got mariah carey (yes)
black nike hoody on darg, lookin kinda scary (yes)
my f-cking younger’s itching with the .380 (itching)
so i take a trip to the otherside, and i bring my lady

[verse 3: shallow]
(sho, sho, sho, sho, sho)
(yes, one of the mandem)
(rider)
stop scheming, ’cause you can get your eyelids cut (slapped)
back shotting fiends, the food will make your eyelids rock (rock)
pr-cks p-ssy so they think that its time to meet god (wallads)
on the otherside, my index is bound to squeeze off
i know they’re p-ssed ’cause i was f-cking their cousin (they know who they are)
i know some fat yout that can’t do up his b-ttons (m-ffin)
we don’t roll on strips and shoot at houses (p-ssies)
let a fresh p-ssy run, like they’re playing rounders (wussies)
shooting cowards, these p-ssies only shoot at legs (p-ssies)
we’ve been violating man from dem early steps (early steps)
remember when we knocked off his door with like 30 men
remember when pablo got nicked trying to get at dem (the .38)
they’re not bad when they touch jail (nah)
its like its all an act (yeah), i bet they wish they would have got bail (yeah, yeah)
now they’re stuck in a cell asking for sh-t out (sh-t out)
’cause they know my bruddas adz and heat will get their sh-t pound

- g a s gang

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