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letra de when i die - gmebe bandz

[chorus: gmebe bandz]
when i die bury me in gold like pharoah
im in the field like a motherf-ckin’ scarecrow
he though it was lean, i served his ass some kero
im a mobsta yeah i know dinero
i got a [?] freak i picked her up on melrose
i hit the plug like dog i need some elbows
we gon’ throw em in the mail then sell those
these is louboutin b-tch these not no sh-ll toes

[verse 1: swainoh]
when i die invite my opps to my funeral
and when they get in lock the door and let my shooter know
if i say blow, then brody blowin’, known to do the most
pull with them straps and them cats now you somebody we used to know (dumbass)
and you past tense, we off that
i been past ten where yall at
and tell your best friend to fall back
[?]

[verse 2: gmebe bandz]
you hoes ain’t got no money got no ones where your job at?
instagram model thinkin’ that she all that (ha)
she mad as h-ll ’cause i hit and never called back
she hit me all caps, i ain’t even respond back (na)
i’m probably runnin’ up in cribs with this all black
[?] aimed at your ball cap, now you wet
poppin’ percocet i just hopped off a jet (off a jet)
put that on a set i put a hundred on your head
then we right back in the trap i stuff a hundred in a bed (up in a bed)
call me santa claus cause im comin’ in a sled
this a h-ll cat, ima let my b-tch ride the [?]
catch me by myself cause i don’t got too many friends

[verse 3: swainoh]
[?] on my lonely oakland drop too many heads
if you know me, know what’s on me when you see my if you can
’cause it’s [?] on every whip
trippin’ in this b-tch
f-ck y’all talkin’ ’bout
i put thirty in my [?]
this strap dirty as a b-tch
[?]
30 pointers in the [?] so you know i got these boys sick
run up try and take some’
bro go up and spray some’
he seventeen and never had no facebook, that should say some’
all he know is k!ll sh-t, banana clips [?]
book bag full of yellow [?] on his field trip
but all we smokin’ on is turnaround
’cause i can’t make no bond if they catch me with this burner
so f-ck the opps until they all dead
rest in peace denis catch vince you know its all bad
i heard there’s money on my head, but y’all shot me in the shin like it was money on my leg (stupid)
look, i don’t walk with a limp, two two-threes shoot through tree and hit your body and limbs (d-ck, ha)
you should’ve stuck to the print
these motherf-ckers gettin’ fl!cked, switch, turn to a b-tch (b-tch)
ay, that ain’t your mans, then why you walk with him?
i’m droppin’ him, and if you with him? gettin’ shot with him
[?]
that ain’t my brother if i never shot a glock with him

- gmebe bandz

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