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letra de 47 ways to die - lil kelp

[intro]

[verse 1]
rolling off that e, down the street, in my amg (aye)
get that dope for free, mane (yeah)
big tree trunks light ’em up, guaranteed mane
every time a motherf-cker pull up, make him see pain (ooh)
i be rolling with my brothers and no others (aye)
we do originals, we don’t do covers (aye, aye)
if i catch the opps i’ma make ’em suffer
tell yo daddy that he should’ve worn a rubber

[verse 2]
poppin choppas, pop a molly pop a p-ssy boy (ooh)
got a k, got a nine, got a bunch of toys
yeah this life is a lot just to maintain
couple bottles, couple pillies, and some cocainе (aye)
if you see me walking ’round, bettеr pray mane (ooh)
if i catch you lacking you better obey mane (aye)
everyday i wake up it’s the same mane (ooh)
i’m not okay mane, this just ain’t the day mane (f-ck)
[verse 3]
riding ’round town with my hands down on my glock
tucked in my night gown, take ’em out without sound (what?)
we them clowns sending rounds off at your house
call my plug saying please can i get an ounce (yuh)
47 till i motherf-cking die
you know me and my brothers never let a sucker slide (nah)
got the city locked, whole block terrified
we the reason why you see these f-cking bullets fly

[verse 4]
popping tags with some acid in my system (aye)
keeping tabs with my motherf-cking pistol (aye)
press it up to his lips, make it f-cking kiss him (aye, yuh)
feelin’ good off that mdma crystal

[verse 5]
mix the reggie with tobacco, coming through the back door (aye, ooh)
finna stop your cash flow, smoking on that indo (aye, ooh)
b-tches always tryna f-ck with me i just say no (aye)
might just f-ck around and down a bottle of drano (ooh)

[verse 6]
p-ssy ass motherf-ckers always talking sh-t (sh-t)
all these groupies tryna talk, i’m exclusive to my b-tch (b-tch)
kelpy always on the grind, never gon’ quit (quit)
i’ve been getting money all my life, since i was a jit (jit)
[verse 7]
i can’t put my money in the bank, it won’t fit in (nah)
vicodin on my desk, i get benji then i sniff it
toasted in the pen, i can’t even f-cking visit (aye)
how yo b-tch so loyal but she just gave me her digits

[verse 8]
i pull up toting that chopper, put you in davy jones’ locker
i ain’t got no f-cking beef like the impossible whopper
degree in slaughtering coppers, it takes an army to stop us (what?)
red head motherf-cker, i ain’t not novice

[verse 9]
roll through your hood, always misunderstood
always lighting some wood, always up to no good (yuh)
pull up on your block, always going for a walk
always pull up with my glock, all these b-tches want my c-ck

- lil kelp

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