letra de gravedigger - g40 (rap)
[intro]
i don’t want to set the world on fire
i just want to start a flame in your heart
(stay with vegas on the wave)
[chorus: li rye & g40]
watch your mouth or you get [?], best keep that sh-t to yourself
i’m tryna tell you this sh-t ain’t nothin’ to play with, we’ll cause your death
i pull up, ‘.62’s jumpin’ out the whip and stand on top of him
we burnt the city, ain’t no picks, feel like [?] and ‘nem
pull up quick soon as we get the drop on them, same chop’ tryna drop a lot of ’em
i’m thuggin’ harder than pac, but i still shoot this b-tch above the rim
you dissin’ on your songs, you just gon’ end up like your cousin ‘nem
if you can’t pick a side, your ass gon’ die ’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em
[verse: g40 & li rye]
i’m caught up in this rap sh-t, but i’m back to back on every drill
mom tell me use my hеad, i need the meds, wherе the perky’s at?
i’m prayin’ i ain’t gon’ fail, put one to sleep, then back to chasin’ bread
be quick to hoppin’ out, [?] to creep, b-tch, you know how we play
switch the tag, soon as i see that red and blue, make lil’ bro do the dash
we catch one out in traffic, won’t stop shootin’ till that f-ck n-gga dead
ain’t never been ’bout no action, n-ggas don’t be gangster until they get some fame
don’t do no playin’, i spot a opp and drop, walk down, step on your mans
we turn semi’s into fully’s, catch my man, i bet i pull it
i’m a vet, i’m not a rookie, i ride with 60’s for a bullet
i’m paranoid, look how i’m lookin’, no arp if it ain’t fully
they hate for nothin’, these n-ggas p-ssy
used to rob, if i got your sh-t, you know i took it
i been fell in love for homicide, watched my brother die
leavin’ blood off on the other side for all them nights i cried
jump in the v and catch a b, the type of sh-t that make me smile
better zip your lips and close your mouth
you diss malik and get gunned down
[bridge: g40]
f-ck, mhh
mhh, mhh, i’m a gravedigger, yeah
i’m a gravedigger, and i ride with gravediggers
[chorus: li rye & g40]
watch your mouth or you get [?], best keep that sh-t to yourself
i’m tryna tell you this sh-t ain’t nothin’ to play with, we’ll cause your death
i pull up, ‘.62’s jumpin’ out the whip and stand on top of him
we burnt the city, ain’t no picks, feel like [?] and ‘nem
pull up quick soon as we get the drop on them, same chop’ tryna drop a lot of ’em
i’m thuggin’ harder than pac, but i still shoot this b-tch above the rim
you dissin’ on your songs, you just gon’ end up like your cousin ‘nem
if you can’t pick a side, your ass gon’ die ’cause we don’t f-ck with ’em
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