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letra de death row - lil shungite

[intro]

i already know about it, i know lots of people do know about it
but i don’t think this is mainstream at all
and i just question
why it isn’t
and today i wanna tell you about
shungite, shungite, shungite, shungite
yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus: lil shungite]
you act like a p-ssy i might put you down on death row
she gimme k!ller head, yeah she gimme death blow
you roll up on my block and i might shoot you in your head, hoe
i pop one in your abdomen and leave you bleedin’ in the snow
uh, i made 30 dollars
i make yo b-tch holler
i won’t leave your property like i’m a homeless squatter
you’re thirsty drink some water
you lack a loving father
hit you in my smart car and i’m callin’ it manslaughter (ay ay)
[verse 1: reive]
we gon put your ass on death row
f-cked your b-tch and let your friends know
spazzing out on the beat, no benzos
hanging round some birds lookin like im banjo
we got the dream team, yah i thought i was sleeping
bought so much ice, the squad’s here freezing
we got more st–ze, yah that’s our secret
took you b-tches virginity, i think i’ll keep it!
we on the f-cking grind yah we making that paper
i’ll serve your l like i’m a waiter
your b-tch a fish the way i bait her
i f-cked her last night and i’ll see her again later
pull up to your crib and we’ll leave your house painted
your old ass raps are way outdated
f-ck what you say we the new wave (and
if you disagree, better hope god is gracious

[verse 2: lil shungite]
grip on the stick like i’m blind
f-ck on yo b-tch from behind
that homie reive is my slime
no meaning that sh-t undefined
b-tch i be spittin sick flows and you listen i f-ck you right up in the mind, hoe
b-tch why you talkin you spittin some dumb sh-t when really im just tryna rhyme, hoe
i check my bank and i look at my numbers how much i got d-mn there be 5 o’s
i’m quite simply just tryna vibe, hoe
f-ck you be spittin out lies fo’?
when im on twitter im actin r-t-rded that sh-t that i said was just typos
mess with my homies who comin’ from shunga and then you gon’ end up on death row (fuuuck….)
[verse 3: quare]
said i wouldn’t, i said i’ll like it’s target
when i pull out the choppa on these b-tches, i just spark sh-t
done left a motherf-cker needing stitches like it’s sparky
i’m smoking on this gas, sh-t be smelling like your armpits
b-tch i might muf-ckin k!ll you, and godd-mn k!ll all of your stupid ass friends too
i keep a choppa inside of my whip, tell the salesman i need somn with leg room
got a katana in line with his neck and his hoe gon be giving me head too
if you be talking then i gotta sentence your sorry ass self to your death, foo

[chorus: lil shungite]
you act like a p-ssy i might put you down on death row
she gimme k!ller head, yeah she gimme death blow
you roll up on my block i might shoot you in your head, hoe
i pop one in your abdomen and leave you bleedin’ in the snow
uh, i made 30 dollars
i make yo b-tch holler
i won’t leave your property like i’m a homeless squatter
you’re thirsty drink some water
you lack a loving father
hit you in my smart car and i’m callin’ it manslaughter (ay ay)

[outro]
electromagnetic we’ve got 5g coming online
we have wifi
we’ve had research about your cell phones
and other things zipping around through the air
and shungite can help, there
what the f-ck are you talking about?

- lil shungite

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