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letra de my shooters don't miss - longlost (producer)

hey first things first
this take dont even matter got it changed up, m-th-f-cking bpm on this b-tch

ay first things first b-tch you not, (ay ay) ay first things first b-tch you not hard
another dead man walking to the graveyard
ima dead man walking with my face off, i ain’t never gave a f-ck how i came up
so suck my whole d-mn d-ck and work your day job
i be putting b-tches down like it’s trey dog
i’m putting bullets in the crib until the roof gone
you got that death then come and clap and come and shoot some

you can’t fit these shoes that i walk in b-tch
yeah i hate me too ima talk my sh-t
you gone feel me in the room when i walk in quick
prolly burning in the pit where they all sing me
why do i even exist tell that p-ssy get a grip
im living ??? people shlurping f-cking l!cks
you getting lit im like a switch
i had to slit my f-cking wrists so i can f-cking feel some sh-t, b-tch

just so i can feel some f-cking sh-t, ay
just so i can feel some f-cking sh-t, ay
just so i can feel some f-cking sh-t, ay
just so i can feel some f-cking sh-t, ay

pull up to your city watch your famous f-cking dip
getting tired of these people always talking bout that list
i keep that burner on my hip might let that nina burn yo b-tch
i heard your heart get f-cking mad cuz i be really off that sh-t
so now be really ??? fell in love
cuz when we get it sell my soul might treat yo b-tch she suck my d-ck
my mistress b-tch don’t wanna hear you just listen i pop a tag
p-p-point is might get that pistol admit it just turn that b-tch
to my mistress

- longlost producer

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