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letra de nightcrawler - lil scoom

[intro]
(swelly beats go crazy) uh, uh, uh
y’all already know how the f-ck i’m comin’, man
7 block, burley boys

[verse]
he better get him a pipe, play with us, that’s the end of his life (that’s life)
fast life, yeah, we like playin’ in strikes, thick b-tch, she know i’m f-ckin’ her right (i’m f-ckin’ her right)
high-speed, we hit the gas, if we ever crash, bail out, but ain’t throwin’ my pipe (ain’t throwin’ my pipe)
bounce out, they got the ups, i could’ve been dead, but, nah, i ain’t goin’ tonight (ain’t goin’ tonight)
nah, i ain’t chasin’ these sl-ts, i’m tryna get rich (i’m tryna get rich)
that backdoor was open, they caught his ass loafin’, i heard that he died with his d-ck (he died with his d-ck)
don’t care for designer, i’m a real-deal slider, might f-ck around, bounce out in rick (brr)
yeah, we knew he was a goofy, was movin’ too flukey, how the f-ck did you die with a switch? (how you die with a switch?)
play with us, we come and blitz, he thought it was sweet on the block, he got hit in his sh-t (he got hit in his sh-t)
my shorty ‘nem really get lead, got tired of them kias, now we in somethin’ fast with twins, uh (skrrt, skrrt)
high-speed, they hit the lights, this straight-eight truck durango leavin’ the d-cks (it’s leavin’)
back then, score was the homie, we took his gun and them n-ggas ain’t did sh-t (ain’t did it)
fazo made ’bout his b-tch, man, come get it lit (man, come get it lit)
you mad ’bout a b-tch, she kick it with us, be cool, fool, i give her d-ck (you better be cool)
lil will clutchin’ the chop, tryna catch us a opp and jump out, and let that b-tch spit (baow)
nah, that boy wasn’t a opp, he really wasn’t with it, i heard he got caught in the mix (he caught in the mix)
mission failed, he ain’t go out well, he died on a hit (he died on a hit)
f-ck 12, take me to my cell, nah, i will not snitch (nah, i will not snitch)
pretty as h-ll and she thick as f-ck, might make her my b-tch (make her my b-tch)
b-tton boys, we turn glocks to fullies, too fast, it might glitch (grr)
[outro]
mission failed, he ain’t go out well, he died on a hit
f-ck 12, take me to my cell, nah, i will not snitch
pretty as h-ll and she thick as f-ck, might make her my b-tch
b-tton boys, we turn glocks to fullies, too fast, it might glitch

- lil scoom

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