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letra de left 4 dead - li heat

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[intro]
haha, yeah
yeah, i’m back
gang
n-ggas thought they had me
it’s the gang
yeah, i shot back, it ain’t my time though
(here’s jonny)

[chorus]
ayy, they left me for dead (yeah)
now i’m sending hits from a hospital bed (i’m gone)
i’m tryna numb this pain, i might just od off these meds (off these percocet’s)
never been a crumb (ayy, never been a crumb), n-ggas know we been getting bread (gang)
that ho you call your bm (yeah) used to be my bobble head (let’s go)
ayy, yeah (let’s get it), she a eater (gang)
n-ggas know that forty-one point that stick like a teacher (let me get it)
n-ggas out here hiding like eggs and it ain’t even much easter (come out)
we gon’ catch him, run him down (gang, come here), slice his ass up like a pizza (let’s go)
[verse]
they pulled an inside job, i watched my n-gga die outside (i watched my n-gga die)
and i put the blame on me (gang) ’cause all i had to do was drive (let’s go)
and let a n-gga drop they nuts and rep, i bet they mamas cry (yeah, they mamas cry)
n-ggas know we ain’t getting even, what the f-ck is eye for eye?(yeah, i want his whole body)
that’s his big homie chain, them his big homie racks
knowing after he take that photo (he gotta), he gotta give that paper back (yeah, he gotta turn it in)
that boy keep talking like he serious, he had too many apple jacks (ayy, man, take his sh-t)
those ain’t even much his clothes, he wearing other n-ggas hats (ayy, he g-y as f-ck)
this other dude like thirty, plus rapping twenty years (rapping twenty years)
in his feelings ’bout li heat, but tell him f-ck how he feel (i’m like what he mad for)
in the city where i’m from, we watch the rats all in the field (can’t call)
’cause most of these n-ggas play gangster, they be giving out the years (and that’s a fact), gang
gang, know them n-ggas mad i’m back
gang, and i ain’t goin’ no where, fo’ sure
yeah, let’s go, gang
haha, b-tch, i’m back from the dead

[chorus]
ayy, they left me for dead (yeah)
now i’m sending hits from a hospital bed (i’m gone)
i’m tryna numb this pain, i might just od off these meds (off these percocet’s)
never been a crumb (ayy, never been a crumb), n-ggas know we been getting bread (gang)
that ho you call your bm (yeah) used to be my bobble head (let’s go)
ayy, yeah (let’s get it), she a eater (gang)
n-ggas know that forty-one point that stick like a teacher (let me get it)
n-ggas out here hiding like eggs and it ain’t even much easter (come out)
we gon’ catch him, run him down (gang, come here), slice his ass up like a pizza (let’s go)

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