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letra de g-shit - grave plott

[verse 1: liquid -ss-ssan]
tick tick boom, like q down the back street
cut them fools, have them running like a trackmeet
when we hit this track, something like an athlete
cause imma get payed in this game, [?]
k!lla on the payroll, boy, notice my chain glow
catch me on the highway, saw me switching lanes, bro
we gon shut it down, introduce you to some new sh-t
graveplott and kutt calhoun from the deuse clique

[verse 2: k!lla c]
we slippin and we sliden
we dippin and we hiden
you don’t wanna f-ck with a dirty thug riding
it’s graveplott, from kanzis city with the strange crew
leave you in the water, swimming in a rent pool
3 dogs running like pitbulls with rage
atacking them lays, leaving them with rabies
got no time for no motherf-cking chit chat
listen to my click clack, b-tch get back

[chorus: liquid -ss-ssan and k!lla c]
g sh-t, the realest that we spit
keep on climbing, while we watch you slip
g sh-t, put your guns in the sky
while we run from the side, thugs in your ride

[verse 3: k!lla c]
grip them when i bust
slide them when i funk
they heart stops beating, they can live in my trunk
we a group of thug g’s, and we on the rise
i’m not a good man, in the lawman’s eyes
people look at me, and feel like hating
like robin’s little kids, we seal your fate
it’s not my falt, i’m a wig kid cloud
it’s in my skin, so forever i’m down

[verse 4: liquid -ss-ssan]
yeah we break hoes
down to break ribs
down to break laws, down to sn-tch kids
i squeeze gats, ame it at knee caps
you busters start talking, telling me where your cheese at
hit you with 1 shot, don’t test what we got
put a hole in your back, and get your chest popped
get your flesh shot, i’m guessing you best not
put a barol in your colen and get your sh-t stopped, motherf-cker

[chorus: liquid -ss-ssan and k!lla c]
g sh-t, the realest that we spit
keep on climbing, while we watch you slip
g sh-t, put your guns in the sky
while we run from the side, thugs in your ride

[verse 5: kutt calhoun]
you hear them dogs barking, bet you keep your cars often
hit you in them streets with them double r’s, you get shot
pull up with 1 c-cked, watch out for cops
cause i got a 30 clip, down to the section of your sock
riding with graveplott, you die if you say it’s not
unstoppable till a n-gg- not audoble, your brains knocked
i keep a thang, boy, right in my range, boy
k!lla c in k!lla cif-ckin with them strange boys
it’s blood, don’t mind it, this murder man done seen things
so once you’re here, don’t let that hurricane catrina hit ya
it’s dark and deadly, offly testy
finally realising what the f-ck you thought was friendly
i’m a surtified loose n-gg-,sparked and ready
get to dumping at you p-ssys, with glocks and machetes
cold hearts are helardge parts are smelly
you a regular motherf-cker, i should call you redgie, punk n-gg-

[chorus: liquid -ss-ssan and k!lla c]
g sh-t, the realest that we spit
keep on climbing, while we watch you slip
g sh-t, put your guns in the sky
while we run from the side, thugs in your ride

- grave plott

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