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letra de snow - gravechill

[intro : gangsta boo]
worry ’cause the devil’s daughter got a plan
ho, eternal burnin’ you will have if you don’t comprehend
understand this sh-t a gangster b-tch is sayin’ to ya dome
lock you in the trunk, mob through the night within the mist of fog
never fear a—

[verse 1: gangsta boo]
worry ’cause the devil’s daughter got a plan
ho, eternal burnin’ you will have if you don’t comprehend
understand this sh-t a gangster b-tch is sayin’ to ya dome
lock you in the trunk, mob through the night within the mist of fog
never fear a–
worry ’cause the devil’s daughter got a plan
ho, eternal burnin’ you will havе if you don’t comprehend
understand this sh-t a gangstеr b-tch is sayin’ to ya dome
lock you in the trunk, mob through the night within the mist of fog
never fear a n-gga callin’ himself a k!ller, what’s up, b-tch?
boy, you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak-ass sh-t
chillin’ at the hideout, smokin’ out, not worried ’bout a thang
ballin’ through blackhaven, deep as h-ll in that suburban, mane
always watchin’ my back ’cause n-ggas will jack you for your f-ckin’ sh-t
female i am, but don’t give a d-mn about splittin’ some buster b-tches wig
three 6 mafia n-ggas includin’ one female that’s bumpin’ so hard on you hoes
the only ones talkin’ that sh-t is these jealous-ass n-ggas and all player haters, you know
[verse 2: juicy j]
comin’ from the darkness of the cut of north memphis, b-tch
k!llers from the evergreen gardens, we don’t set trip
for my n-ggas doin’ time in 2-0-1 for the crime
let’s get in the gangsta line and throw the funkytown sign
i’m on that other level, a coffin and a shovel
flat ground to put your ass before you meet the devil, the metal
penalties i pay by punk-ass opponents, i practice pain
juice mane no gang but i slang that thang, i keep it totin’, mane

[outro : gangsta boo]
worry ’cause the devil’s daughter got a plan
ho, eternal burnin’ you will have if you don’t comprehend
understand this sh-t a gangster b-tch is sayin’ to ya dome
lock you in the trunk, mob through the night within the mist of fog
never fear a–
worry ’cause the devil’s daughter got a plan
ho, eternal burnin’ you will have if you don’t comprehend
understand this sh-t a gangster b-tch is sayin’ to ya dome
lock you in the trunk, mob through the night within the mist of fog
never fear a n-gga callin’ himself a k!ller, what’s up, b-tch?
boy, you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak-ass sh-t
chillin’ at the hideout, smokin’ out, not worried ’bout a thang
ballin’ through blackhaven, deep as h-ll in that suburban, mane

- gravechill

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