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letra de desperado - gambino family

chorus: my desperados we call ’em gambinos!
n-gg-s like melchior reginelli and pheno! (x2)
pheno
this life i lead homicides in the street
so much a misery labeled a breeder
so i’m a threat to society
real with killing worldwide mafia figures
thug n-gg-s who keep there f-cking fingers on triggers
to the day that i’m leaving till they stop me from breeding
i bet all this motherf-cker did was make up the reason
for caskets, till i (???)
find him dead up then blasted
the get away call, we left him stinking up in traffic
it might be drastic, f-cking with these desperados
n-gg-s like melachior, reggenilli, and pheno!
chorus (x2)
reginelli
17 shots, coming straight to your soul
reginelli, i’m down to ride with my desperados
me and my gambinos, we strap tight and all black
bout to hit the f-cking streets, bring the bullet combat
you know the gambinos, we call them desperados
we train to kill, and fill a b-tch n-gg- body with holes
my tricks slanging and burning, silver bullets you earning
you c-ckaroches wanna f-ck with me, lets go on a journey
gambino family, my click, label me a thug breeder
if i die, bury me with my heater
they wanna kill me and make me number one eighty seven
any n-gg- run up wrong, n-gg- i bust em dome
cause i refuse to let a b-tch n-gg- bury me
i stay strapped and i take this war sh-t deep
i swore to die for my motherf-cking gambinos
and not to worry, i’m down to ride with my desperados
chorus (x1)
melchoir
me and my desperados, busting at you b-tches through stormy weather
nine mili berrettas leave you haters with bl–dy sweaters
popping these b-tches thats coming for our failing riches and snitches
going to pay the cost, trying to f-ck over these mob figures
my art of war is unknown, busting you b-tches dome
pistol packing that chrome, look at them n-gg-s running home
i make moves with reginelli, pheno, and gotti
you getting rowdy, feel the blast from my twelve gauge shotty
you punk b-tches gonna respect this n-gg-
i’m the craziest motherf-cker, always token a trick
got my hands on four fives, n-gg- feel my fury
i’m busting slugs until i’m buried n-gg-
behind my desperados
gotti
i take these motherf-ckers across my ties
and i swear on my life, these motherf-ckers gonna die
give me the four fives and a vest, and they marked for death
picture me and my desperados sn-tching your breath
its time they call the don, representing on track
where my family in this b-tch? n-gg-, how you love that?
see the money in my eyes, so i’m chasing for stacks
f-ck around if you wanna get your b-tch -ss wacked
the many macs with this rapping and jacking i’m staying strapped
for these b-tch made n-gg-s who wanna leave me back
but f-ck that, i’d rather grant an sks
and put these coward -ss, b-tch -ss n-gg-s to rest
and you can put that on my motherf-cking tatted arm
a hundred strong desperados busting your dome
and its on, gambinos burn the spot like saddam
and i tell a motherf-cker, dont cross me wrong
chorus (x4

- gambino family

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