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letra de tourettes - itsaedanhill

[intro: itsaedanhill]
is that the grim reaper!?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
wassup? wassup? wassup, yeah

[verse 1: itsaedanhill]
[?]

[interlude: zillakami]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
wassup? wassup?
wassup? wassup, yeah

[chorus: zillakami]
miss t–th (yeah, yeah), good grief (yeah, yeah)
six feet, boy, the devil doesn’t sleep (yeah, yeah)
miss t–th (yeah, yeah), good grief (yeah, yeah)
six feet, boy, the devil doesn’t sleep (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: sosmula]
(mula) s-o-s-a, tatted like a essay
swiss cheese barrel on the motherf-ckin’ sk (rrah!)
throw half a brick on a scale, like it’s dead weight (work)
if i go back to jail, prolly be a fed case
going out like big meech, ain’t going under six feet (no, no)
and my plug from mexico, so we get the bricks cheap (fish scale)
city morgue cartel, got it fa’ the 16 (work)
got the coke popping in the pot, like it’s fish grease (work)
n-ggas know the price (mula), f-ck a rap deal n-gga, brick of dope looks nice (f-ck outta here)
get the ‘rari, n-gga, i don’t get the motorbikes (skrr)
still in the trap, eating chicken over rice, getting rich overnight (mula)
look, sosmula be bag chasin’ (facts), only sell white like i’m mad racist (work)
in a sports car, be drag racing (skrr), got more pumps than the gas station
ha, switch my trap phone ’cause the feds watching (f-ck outta here)
soon the opps come back out we gon’ headshot ’em
[verse 2: zillakami]
talkin’ on the net, so when you see us, defeat us
gon’ stretch your fingers, nerd ass n-gga, and ctrl + alt + delete us
can’t hold my hands down in h-ll (wassup)
drain the blood ’til it bail (wassup)
i’ll die on these tracks, cause i tripped on the rails
young zilla the tide splitter, the cerberus head
hitter done put me on medicine, ain’t no slave to your government
so i, speak to the ones who can’t speak
and now everybody wanna run from me (yeah)
life is a doggy door, fan from the city just to sit in the morgue
that’s all, life is a doggy door, you ran from the city just to sit in the morgue

- itsaedanhill

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