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letra de sidewalk sinister - menace 2.0

[intro]
(who made this sh-t?)
(taytaymadethebeat)

[chorus]
i said f-cking left foot creep, yeah, i’m godd-mn stalking with that burner
look around, stay low, gotta f-cking make sure they don’t see this motherf-cker
catch ’em slippin’, walk down, i’ma d-mn face ’em with that heater
the devil’s under your f-cking feet, you’re on your way to see that b-tch (let’s go, sh-t)
stretch me out, i can’t f-cking sleep, bang out when i d-mn see your ass
play with me, you won’t f-cking sleep, we gunnin’ to d-mn put you out, you b-tch
you won’t have no f-cking case, rearrange your whole d-mn shape soon as we face you, f-ck
you won’t have no godd-mn sp-ce, we in your section ’til we d-mn spray you, you piece of sh-t

[verse 1]
put your f-cking mask on, yеah, they comin’ out, you b-tch
soon as they close that d-mn door, wе just gon’ walk down, you pr-ck
they say we dead wrong ’cause we knocked his ass off, the d-mn clown
but he who got caught lackin’, tell that bating b-tch that that’s his fault, f-ck
if we draw down, those f-cking guns get let off, the sh-t’s loud
at all them clowns, including his d-mn spouse, you’re all f-cked
kept that f-cking bl!ck inside my drawers, that d-mn steel
every time i walked through h-ll, that sh-t was real
i worked for n0body, sold no d-mn cds, you motherf-cker
you throw a diss and you get f-cking tossed, that’s the d-mn law
say you ain’t catch that, cross my f-cking name up, ain’t no talking, you b-tch (yeah, f-ck)
if they had a bang-out at the store, from my window, i could see that sh-t sparkin’, d-mn
but i ain’t seen that since they made some godd-mn fools some targets, you assh0l-
big f-cking .40, got that d-mn thing on me in a stolo, n-gga knowin’ that it’s r-t-rded, sh-t
i spit that f-cking sh-t that cause a massacre at the party, believe that, you b-tch
[chorus]
i said f-cking left foot creep, yeah, i’m godd-mn stalking with that burner
look around, stay low, gotta f-cking make sure they don’t see this motherf-cker
catch ’em slippin’, walk down, i’ma d-mn face ’em with that heater
the devil’s under your f-cking feet, you’re on your way to see that b-tch
stretch me out, i can’t f-cking sleep, bang out when i d-mn see your ass
play with me, you won’t f-cking sleep, we gunnin’ to d-mn put you out, you b-tch
you won’t have no f-cking case, rearrange your whole d-mn shape soon as we face you, f-ck
you won’t have no godd-mn sp-ce, we in your section ’til we d-mn spray you, you piece of sh-t

[verse 2]
when i jump out the back, i’ma f-cking hit it, you pr-ck
i’ma aim with the d-mn strap at his fitted, the motherf-cker
throwin’ out the murder f-cking bags in my city, that d-mn work
play-by-play while i’m standin’ on that d-mn corner, you b-tch
dirty drac’, take the top off the f-cking hemi, that d-mn ride
fully equipped it when we go on a d-mn mission, you assh0l-
take his whole d-mn face, i ain’t showin’ no f-cking pity, you b-st-rd
closed case, tell them all good f-cking riddance, you cowards
zombieland where the dogs can d-mn scent it, the f-cking ground
sprinter van and we all be f-cking in it, that whole d-mn crew
catch him first, get a raw f-cking percentage, that’s the d-mn rule
if you want, i put a f-cking coffin in it, that’s the whole d-mn deal
i could get you one from inside my d-mn home, you motherf-cker
i just want to check the b-tch out for f-cking attendance, is she there, d-mn
tell them f-cking clowns i say f-ck ’em all, every last one
and i’ma f-cking k!ll all you b-tches, that’s on your mama, b-tch, you’re f-cked
[chorus]
i said f-cking left foot creep, yeah, i’m godd-mn stalking with that burner
look around, stay low, gotta f-cking make sure they don’t see this motherf-cker
catch ’em slippin’, walk down, i’ma d-mn face ’em with that heater
the devil’s under your f-cking feet, you’re on your way to see that b-tch
stretch me out, i can’t f-cking sleep, bang out when i d-mn see your ass
play with me, you won’t f-cking sleep, we gunnin’ to d-mn put you out, you b-tch
you won’t have no f-cking case, rearrange your whole d-mn shape soon as we face you, f-ck
you won’t have no godd-mn sp-ce, we in your section ’til we d-mn spray you, you piece of sh-t

[outro]
(who made this sh-t?)
(taytaymadethebeat)
d-mn!

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