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letra de death row - g shep

[intro: leslie ndemanu]
copy colonel, ay
i can confirm, the enemy has been taken down

[chorus: g shep]
death row
death tone
all these b-tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul-de-sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f-cking trap
death row
death tone
all these b-tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul-de-sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f-cking trap
[verse 1: g shep]
yooo sh-t i didn’t do
sh-t’s scary f-cking boo
jump scared a federal crime
to me is a spoof
f-cking breaking through a roof
shooting from the back likе booth
robbing all they sh-t like shoes
than i еxit like i moved
i be f-cking and ducking and dunking all cus a run in, with motherf-ckers glasses on mclovin, finna yap about a dozen
hold up my cuzin imma break em down
finna clean up they asses with a knife and a towel
did i do it wow, stop judging you fat cow
go back to live in the south, show em what we talk about
do i tolerate sleuths? nah i f-cking hate you’ s. i wanna smack you and rap to my murder tape that stars you
here’s the assisting felon that helped me go fake spoofs. let em explain all this sh-t like he wearing hey dudes

[verse 2: leslie ndemanu]
you a good person but i hate you
i feel like kanye cuz i hate
i bought the the lingerie, she bought the vape
the f-ck you think i was gon say?
some racist sh-t, n-ggas talking, still shopping at payless b-tch
don’t need a birthday cake i got them bands
cautious i do this often aim at ya mans
stop calling, steady stalkin, my hoe mane
crash dummies, they gon wanna run up
if i tell them, they gon shoot until the sun up
talk about me, they ain’t keepin it 100
[chorus: g shep]
death row
death tone
all these b-tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul-de-sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f-cking trap
death row
death tone
all these b-tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul-de-sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f-cking trap

[verse 3: g shep]
i’m the reason why you don’t get on nerves
ticked off maybe once and gun go off with no perms
all of these opps, they just a bunch of nerds
they only give a sh-t as long as they’re involved like jerks
a missing person or more it doesn’t hurt
maybe you should give it a try cause it sure f-cking works
if not get better at your flirts, show they get no b-tches even if they burn
they go up to me and they got fake blood
saying they got hurt and i’m like wait what
i didn’t ask and i’m pretty sure they’re hugged
it doesn’t hurt them so they should just stay lucked
my ass cooked sh-t’s potluck
i know i should’ve been booked got got f-ck
i’m still a rookie and my sh-t hot but, can you really expect some more from someone who fought c-nts
like d-mn forget about it
we just let it loud and when the time goes out we take a route and
put the bad things behind me
don’t let them b-tches say that they be fighting
behind me, behind me, behind me
yo yo ay
[outro: g shep]
we’re dead
we’re dead
we’re dead
we bled
we fled
we painted red
now we go off with no cred

- g shep

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