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letra de coffin - extended - k quarn

[intro]
llouis

[chorus]
we cap him, bop him, drop ’em, put him in a coffin
few shots bounced off his noggin, he wheezin’, cryin’, coughin’
my diamonds shine, they poppin’, designer when i’m shoppin’
it’s freezin’ in the mornin’, perfect time for stompin’
we cap him, bop him, drop ’em, put him in a coffin
few shots bounced off his noggin, he wheezin’, cryin’, coughin’
my diamonds shine, they poppin’, designer when i’m shoppin’
it’s freezin’ in the mornin’, perfect time for stompin’
[verse 1]
i’m ridin’ through the city, i stay strapped so don’t f-ck with me
my blade look nice and pretty, in and out your neck it glisten
i told that boy to listen, he ain’t wanna f-ckin’ listen
we k!lled him in his city, then wе danced on him, like griddy
so much blood on my hands
but when you look, thеy squeaky clean
i’m too clean to be seen, i love to shoot, i f-ckin’ fiend
when i slashed that boy, he looked so sad
my vision crystal clear, not no breaking bad
but i rock my opps just like heisenberg
i leave ’em bl–dy pack ’em in a f-cking he-rs-
when i’m with ya b-tch i buy her a purse
i’m the best to ever do it, b-tch i run the earth

[verse 2]
carve a star in his face then he’ll know not to f-ck with me
real greedy for that cash, rob the bank then do the dash
you ain’t got that fire stupid b-tch imma light your pyre
burnt to ash, stupid b-tch we shot your sh-t put your face
on a flyer, i’m no liar i’m really bout that spark yo sh-t put your
face on fire
did some skids lost the pigs, they caught my -rs-
not paying no fine, yeah i’m on the road smoking cones
with my f-cking bro, one-hand steering, your b-tch kneeling
i’m in your walls you can’t f-cking hear
it’s flawless when i step-in, designer that i dress in
full faded when i’m seshin’, all natural sk!lls i’m blessed with
can’t top my grind i’m locked in, we catch him and we pop him
we brawling like it’s moshpit, line up is head and stomp it
[chorus]
we cap him, bop him, drop ’em, put him in a coffin
few shots bounced off his noggin, he wheezin’, cryin’, coughin’
my diamonds shine, they poppin’, designer when i’m shoppin’
it’s freezin’ in the mornin’, perfect time for stompin’
we cap him, bop him, drop ’em, put him in a coffin
few shots bounced off his noggin, he wheezin’, cryin’, coughin’
my diamonds shine, they poppin’, designer when i’m shoppin’
it’s freezin’ in the mornin’, perfect time for stompin’

[outro]
that is completely within your control, i think
and i don’t think you can continue to blame everything on
being bipolar and f-cking sh-t
because i kinda just think you are a piece of sh-t
and you should work on it

- k quarn

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