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letra de watch his tongue! - leechy!

[hook: leechy!]
make a deal with the devil, all you see is dollar signs, dollar signs
f-ck around with me, you know you’re gambling your life
it’s ’bout time that he bled, watch his tongue, what he said
what’s the price on his head? what’s the price for him dead?
sinners in the night’ll let a gunshot sound
kindred with the evil, i will make blight proud
angels gather ’round me and they all fall down
so can you find me the light or will i make my own?

[verse 1: syndfall]
don’t gotta run it back i know the targets more than dead
i put like 15 in his chest, save 1 for head, your b-tch on deck
i wanna see a body fall, that’s brains splattered all over walls
magnum tucking, pistol bucking, mane, this gon’ be bl–dy ruckus
f-cking on an opp b-tch, no, you not my side b-tch
walking like i’m freddy krueger, jason how the blade maneuver
got her by the nape, wait, do it like i said, babe
walk it how you talk it, ‘less you wan be my target, lil’ hoe

[verse 2: leechy!]
kicking in a door
i don’t wanna talk, we don’t live a life slow
deadmen on paper, i ain’t talking bout a death note
hanging out the window and i’m barking like a motherf-cking dog, aye
cartridges ricochet off the glass on my face
you gon’ need a bigger gun if you gon’ bust through this plate
feeling like a man? i promise, that sh-t quick to change
moving like i’m fed because i’m solo in this lane
[verse 3: syndfall]
solo in this lane because i cannot f-ck with lames
you think i’m not a sinner, b-tches, how you think i got this name?
my .45 tucked, don’t you act up, i’ll get to blowing holes inside your lungs
i’m snorting lines, obituary, smoking on some bl–dy mary
when i creep, get very scary, switch on deck, my secondary
run up with my gun up, i’m the k!ller in your suburb, hoe
run and dump ’em, left ’em slumped up, b-tch was onto 919
he knew he saw the reaper when he looked into my eyes at night

[verse 4: leechy!]
pull up on his hood like a god d-mn draw string
i ain’t saying i did something, i ain’t saying i did nothing
got me irate, now there’s metal on his face
he on vibrate, but a collar’s on the way
where the f-ck did he go? oh, he’s probably on vacation
i just got off planes, i ain’t feeling making statements
if he wanna move, we can rearrange his placement
you don’t get him now, you can love him in the ground

- leechy

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