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letra de lil tay (headhitta) - getrichzay

[intro]
(spark this beat)

[chorus: 2sgtay & getrichzay]
ayy, dead n-ggas, spark them up, dead n-ggas (yeah)
movin’ wrong, he swooped up and he got touched in his head, n-gga (ayy)
i’m 2sg, i keep my bl!ck so i’m ready, never scared, n-gga (for real)
don’t make me send that work, my shooters come back with your dread, n-gga
yeah, i’m gon’ drop that bag, my shooters slide like sled, n-gga (let’s go)
yeah, better not make me mad (uh-uh), lil tay my favorite head hitter (lil tay)
your b-tch get on her knees, she do her thing, that’s my lil’ head hitter (that’s my lil’ shh)
ayy, zay know i don’t play, i leavе ’em dead, don’t need no bread, n-gga (lеt’s go)

[verse: 2sgtay & getrichzay]
pulled up with arps and mask and dracs and them they fled, n-gga
ayy, i be applyin’ pressure, ridin’ ’round with my windows down
ayy, f-ck the north, vest and cloud better chill ‘fore they have big frown
yeah, i just told lil tay to turn me up, don’t turn me down (don’t turn me down)
yeah, we hide right behind they car soon as they turnt around (yeah, let’s go)
yeah, p-ssy tried to up his fire (aight), then he heard somethin’ loud (pah-pah)
i just took his b-tch to pilot street, she say i drive n-ggas wild (drive n-ggas crazy)
yeah, they might play with zay, ask him when there’s seven men down
we smoked the aquaman (um, um-um, um), dumb-ass dived in that water and he drowned
i mix the owee with the weezy, they both died as a child
n-ggas p-ssy, they pull up and get to shootin’ at the ground
i’m outside with my glock out, might go post in pistol town
oh, you might catch me on cook road with some members and some hoes
scorin’ like we derrick rose, tryna sn-tch another soul
(oh, you might catch me on cook road with some members and some hoes)
(scorin’ like we derrick rose, tryna sn-tch another soul)
[chorus: 2sgtay & getrichzay]
ayy, dead n-ggas, spark them up, dead n-ggas (yeah)
movin’ wrong, he swooped up and he got touched in his head, n-gga (pah-pah)
i’m 2sg, i keep my bl!ck so i’m ready, never scared, n-gga (for real)
don’t make me send that work, my shooters come back with your dread, n-gga
yeah, i’m gon’ drop that bag, my shooters slide like sled, n-gga (let’s go)
yeah, better not make me mad (uh-uh), lil tay my favorite head hitter (lil tay)
your b-tch get on her knees, she do her thing, that’s my lil’ head hitter (that’s my lil’ shh)
ayy, zay know i don’t play, i leave ’em dead, don’t need no bread, n-gga (let’s go)

[outro]
(spark this beat)

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