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letra de cypher - lilshredgang

[verse 1: jd]
f-ck the beef, lil n-gg- i got glocks!
you run up, you gon get yo -ss popped
shredgang all my n-gg-s know is rob
and if you got a prob just slide by
you say yo shot at me it mustve been the wrong guy
gang gang tuck them chains real quick
cause when we come around you know the gang on tip 2x
fu-fu-fck yo clique! them bullets shoot through bricks
n-gg- said he robbed me he off some coo coo krisp
feelin like a pringles bottle trynna stack our chips
and if you n-gg-s got a problem we gon f-ck yo b-tch

[verse 2: donn]
all these f-ck n-gg-s just pay attention
when this choppa write yo -ss up n-gg- no suspension
im gettin tied of you n-gg-s and this twitter dissin
40 leave yo -ss back…just like detention
but f-ck that, i been gone but im back now. if you inna gang choppa knock yo -ss outta bounce
a hunnit guns a hunnit sounds thats a hunnit n-gg-s bodies found keep on talkin imma knock yo -ss to the ground

[verse 3: jay]
yeah b-tch, we back in this b-tch
big -ss 40 put a hole in yo sh-t
shred yo lil -ss outta all of yo sh-t lemme hop back on this b-tch cause n-gg- im on tip
dont talk crazy ill make a f-ckin trip
pull up to yo house wit dem mf sticks
223’s flying out he mf whip
n-gg- next time dont flap yo f-ckin lips

[verse 4: roc]
imma f-kin chain sn-tcher
and a main sn-tcher
yeah im skinny but dont get it twisted like a weed wacker
who tf still sneakdisses on a beat
when real life you n-gg-s softer then a bonless wing
point the choppa at my -ss then you betta shoot
cause if you dont i c-ck back and i ah let it loose
puffin larry catchin clouds like a helicopter 2x
aye n-gg- im bouta act up jordan up sticks fa any n-gg- trynna act tuff
bro stuffin larry in a wood he bouta act up
imma skinny n-gg- but my pockets is a fat f-ck
dre brought that dirt -ss sprite we bouta pour up
pockets goin dummy and they need to ride the short bus
choppa go bang bang like poonie gang hit his block turn a n-gg- crib into a shootin range

[verse 5: mal]
you n-gg-s is b-tches, you b-tches is hoes
you run up on me trippen make a lil n-gg- fold
i ain’t plain wit no n-gg-
put em out wit dis k
yall lil n-gg-s hoes
yall ain’t got sh-t to say
f-ck you mean, you lil n-gg-s b-tches
f-ckin yall hoes yall ain’t really bout da sh-t
2x

- lilshredgang

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