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letra de dedicated to the friendly demons - loktavious

[chorus x4]
we don’t play around, we don’t play around

[verse 1: loktavious]
not long ago in a place kinda like this
johnny shot a man for fun and the police got p-ssed
he said he wasn’t going down, not without balling his fists
got his -ss beat, and now in solitary he sits
renée wasn’t ready but she decided to drive
her victims not as lucky, she left the wreckage alive
the police looked into her eyes and said “i’m glad you survived.”
she punched him in the face, so he pulled the taze, then she cried
“f-ck you pig”, just like so many others
not realizing she k!lled the best friend of her brothers
blind to the pain she had caused to two mothers
now she sits in a cell on a cot, there’s no covers
and little suzy was misfit, her intentions not quite right
she had the habits of a smoker and liked long walks at night
as fate would have it, because of habit she found her self in fright
when one night, in non delight, a man had pounced on her with might
and as she screamed, as he jerked
he tore her shirt, his face smirked
he drew a blade, her eyes went wide
the police shot the offender died
blood covered makeup and torn skirt
the officer asks her ‘are you hurt?’
and she whimpers ‘no’ while drops of dirt
fall from her face, a body bent pert
she whimpers ‘no’ while drops of dirt
fall from her face, a body bent pert

[chorus x4]
we don’t play around, we don’t play around

[verse 2: loktavious]

not far away from where you now sit
james had a bad day, rebecca was hit
juan heard the noise, said enough of this sh-t
drug him out outside and the curb got bit
paquita was a dancer at an upscale club
she made a lot of money, wasn’t looking for love
one night she had a stalker he just wanted a rub
but the way he approached it was a little too dumb
he had a couple drinks and he fl1ckered his tongue
he whispered in her ear he was ready for fun
waiting at her car he said babe don’t run
the last thing he saw was the flash of her gun
giovonni was a young man who thought like old school pimp
it smelled of cheap cigars every where that he went
he wore a purple coat and kept tack of every dime that was spent
had a bunch b-tches but was alone when he slept
he pulled down an alley as some pr-ck was getting frisky
stabbed his -ss with a broken bottle j daniels whiskey
he grabbed the random woman “get in the car quickly”
away from the blood he asks “miss are you sickly?”
she whimpers ‘no’, while drops of dirt
fall from her face, a body bent pert
she whimpers ‘no’, while drops of dirt
fall from her face, a body bent pert

[chorus x4]
we don’t play around, we don’t play around

- loktavious

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