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letra de dead end - lil vonzy

[intro]
(ayo double0, load up)
f-ck yo’ block, free my k!llers, we on top, n-gga
still on that strip where we dump at the opps, n-gga
tell ‘em pop outside, we gon’ spin till they drop, n-gga
alright, bet—mask up, let’s slide!

[chorus]
talkin’ tough on the ‘net? (p-ssy)
that’s gon’ get your dumbass stuffed in a bodybag (boom, boom!)
free my twin, when i was broke on my ass, he was there, no questions asked (that’s my dog!)
too many glocks in the city, but only my n-ggas be lettin’ ‘em blast (for real!)
catch that boy lackin’, leave his ass flat, same way we did the last (ha!)
this ain’t no regular whip, push this b-tch one time, we gone like flash (vroom!)
shot that boy so many times, now he preachin’ like he found god, b-tch ass pastor (p-ssy!)
money, hoes, the chains, the fame, all that sh-t don’t mean nothin’ in a casket (nah!)
ain’t n0body put me on, why the f-ck would i pass up the ladder? (the f-ck?)

[verse]
n-ggas only show love when it’s money, get the f-ck out my face, i ain’t friendly (nah!)
all in my dms when i’m up, but when i was down, they was actin’ stingy (b-tch ass!)
we did that drill, then prayed on it after—h-ll nah, we ain’t feelin’ no pity (none!)
talkin’ ‘bout help? b-tch, when i was broke, you ain’t even let me hold a penny (facts!)
what’s up with these f-ck n-ggas?
i don’t gotta speak, just point, my youngins gon’ dump, n-gga (blatt!)
if it ain’t ‘bout business, i hang up the phone, i ain’t got time for no dumb n-gga (cl!ck!)
i don’t give a f-ck ‘bout rap, still hop out that whip tryna slump n-ggas (boom!)
put the metal to his scalp, knock off his cap, now we gotta comb n-ggas (ha!)
mama said i’d end up dead or in jail, but i was too stupid to listen (d-mn!)
came up from nothing, we ain’t have sh-t, that’s why i still hate christmas (for real!)
they said i was lost, now i’m the richest and youngest to ever do business (flex!)
i ain’t forget them hard nights, but i gotta thank god for makin’ me gifted (blessed!)
[chorus]
talkin’ tough on the ‘net? (p-ssy)
that’s gon’ get your dumbass stuffed in a bodybag (boom, boom!)
free my twin, when i was broke on my ass, he was there, no questions asked (that’s my dog!)
too many glocks in the city, but only my n-ggas be lettin’ ‘em blast (for real!)
catch that boy lackin’, leave his ass flat, same way we did the last (ha!)
this ain’t no regular whip, push this b-tch one time, we gone like flash (vroom!)
shot that boy so many times, now he preachin’ like he found god, b-tch ass pastor (p-ssy!)
money, hoes, the chains, the fame, all that sh-t don’t mean nothin’ in a casket (nah!)
ain’t n0body put me on, why the f-ck would i pass up the ladder? (the f-ck?)

[outro]
free my gang, n-gga
we the ones that extort your gang, n-gga
free my k!llers, free my robbers, free them hitters
we be the ones that lurk on your block, n-gga
put you on a shirt, n-gga, for real
tuck you in dirt, n-gga—night-night, b-tch!

- lil vonzy

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