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letra de bloody crescent - lord gasp

[intro]
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[chorus: lord gasp]
hopping out of my 66′ with a new mistress
peep through the clouds, the bl–dy crescent
f-ck with me, end up on the hit list
call me jesus, all my bags are christian

[verse 1: lord gasp]
dreams of driving that cool coupe up in the hills
yeah, i’m going loco, kookoo my diamonds glisten
loosing my head, i’m loosing my mind, we going headless
hunnid fifty miles through the city, f-cked on ritalin
i f-ck ’em up and sp-wn on top
they front, they bluff, yet they never show the product
imma pull they t–th out, i’m so tired of them talking
throw ’em when it’s done, i’m just playin with ’em
i need that, oh no
gimme cash, oh no
wallet fat, oh no
i’ll take three of that, oh no
sweetest cat, oh no
fetish rapper, oh no
make ’em gasp, oh no
rabbit in a hat, oh no
i can see its face through the fog, through the mist
through the mist b-tch
it’s a feeling that i kept in a box full of this
full of this, b-tch
it’s been following my steps ever since i exist
closed fists, keep on running till there’s blood on my kicks
[verse 2: sect unit]
i’ll take a n-gga off the earth
beat ’em till he dead, leave his head in the f-ckin dirt
i’m seein’ red, i got blood on my t-shirt
draggin’ his body through the woods and now my feet hurt
i’m goin’ to the top, n-ggas stayin’ on the ground
i’ll never f-ckin’ stop but these n-ggas tryna pull me down
b-tches always gone be around town cause they for the streets
out in motown, it’s goin’ down so they grippin heat
i never hide, mothaf-ckas wanna slide on me
suicide always on my f-ckin’ mind homie
i never die, if you wanna get rid of me betta try
cause i keep a couple brothas around me with tec-9’s
and they ready to shoot
call me the punisher the way these bullets flyin’ at you
get on the ground then we walkin’ in that b-tch to find you
but let me stop, sometimes i get too mad and start aimin’ for the sky
for the sky

[chorus: lord gasp]
hopping out of my 66′ with a new mistress
peep through the clouds, the bl–dy crescent
f-ck with me, end up on the hit list
call me jesus, all my bags are christian

- lord gasp

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