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letra de jeepers creep - lil tristo

[intro]
d-mn j bird, merch that’s you
yon0bu you going crazy

[verse]
it’s nothing you can do to stop this sh-t
none of you n-ggas is f-cking with me
hit the e-way dog and sip
glock in my hand not underneath
back against the wall, glock in my hand this b-tch sit comfortably
head down in the range
she know my pain my b-tch gone come for me
you ain’t never gave me sh-t don’t give a d-mn
can’t get a crumb from me
i was just down bad on my d-ck
you ate in my face and i ain’t have nothing to eat
7.62 dipped in nyquil
this b-tch hit you, and you going to sleep
a tall k!ller with a mask, he dressed in black
they call him jeepers creep-

[verse: 2]
i don’t care about sh-t i lost
this sh-t there come with the game (go)
i don’t cry bout a b-tch getting f-cked
cause all thesе b-tches the same (uh)
b-tch i know that i’m that nig
can’t play mе like no lame
ever since i lost my brother
this sh-t ain’t been the same
[verse: 3]
300. blackout, this a stick
but this b-tch hitting different
just like jmane, i dropped the whoop
and they was f-cking with it
riding with them n-ggas up in that coupe
you better be ducking in it
and if yo’ b-tch came to my room
just know she f-cking in it
and this gun got a lot of kick
like it got tuck up in it
and them glocks got a lot of b-tton fast, this ain’t no semi
when i leave the scene
scurt off in a cat i know that you hear me
she my gina, i’m her martin
baby lets just sip on the remi

- lil tristo

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