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letra de down by the river - mir fontane

[chorus]
down by the river and the hanky panky
my bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
and i d-mn near cried ’bout my homies outside
and everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no mo’
and i been up fo’ 3 nights in a row
thinkin’ ’bout them gold bullets out that p-ssenger door
down by the river and the hanky panky
my bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
and i d-mn near cried ’bout my homies outside
and everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no mo’
gold bullet sh-lls out the p-ssenger door
i just looked at my n-gga like “dawg”

[verse 1]
see i was raised in the cmd streets
all my friends was runnin’ through the rubber bands
it was rough growin’ up in the east
we was broke but now we do the money dance
‘fore the iphone i had a tracfone
the lil wayne song was the ringtone
can i tell you a lil’ story from the heart one time
’cause you know it get dark sometimes
see my big cous’ used to sell cocaine
he was so in love with the drug game
used to pull b-tches at the car wash
used to bust traps at the wawa
you know homie stay with the ocho
young n-gga runnin’ ’round loco
but he say he tryna move out the hood soon
got a seed on the way, tryna get low but
one day he forgot his gun
couple n-ggas went fast, asked what hood he was from
stood up, tried to run cause he knew what it was
3 shots in his back left his face in the mud
and i still remember when i got that call
tears in my eyes bl–dy knuckles to the wall
but my homies outside told me “hop in the ride”
they got guns on they thighs (oh my)
oh my, i spy with my little eye
five n-ggas and they music on blast
all wearing flags so my n-ggas hit the gas
f-ckin’ blood bath when the truck rolled past
coolant in the street, dead bodies on the ave
heart beatin’ fast but my n-ggas just laughed
and we ran a red light, drove off in the night
and i ain’t ever been so scared in my life
i remember it was…

[chorus]
down by the river and the hanky panky
my bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
and i d-mn near cried ’bout my homies outside
and everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no mo’
and i been up fo’ 3 nights in a row
thinkin’ ’bout them gold bullets out that p-ssenger door
down by the river and the hanky panky
my bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
and i d-mn near cried ’bout my homies outside
and everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no more
gold bullet sh-lls out the p-ssenger door
i just looked at my n-gga like “dawg, let me out”

- mir fontane

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