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letra de 4 am - mirr417

[intro]
yea uhuh

[verse 1]

4 am ya b-tch was at my crib tryn set me up
swerved on they block paint it red we gon put em up
get you nd ya manz or whoever you wit n-gga they gettin plucked
post up wit my bl!ck and they ran they get hit like a truck
we put 50 on ya head n-gga then you outta luck
send shots at ya crew you get hit ya manz better duck
im posted up at your funeral cause ion gaf
he think he hot we gon k!ll em now lets see who tuff
[verse 2]

posted up at ya crib
shoot em fill him up wit led
blood fell out his top mop it up now that n-gga dead
creep up on his manz so that n-gga won’t go tell the feds
talkin out his mouth imma go back for to make his bed
shoot it at ya top yk that sh-t gon hit ya dreads
another opp got shot and yk thats for what he said
choppa walk em wit a white tee now that sh-t red
ian worried nun of you n-ggas nomo cs im chasin bread

[verse 3]

1 2 3 4 of my n-ggas shootin up the block
5 6 7 8 bullets we ain’t gon miss a shot
9 10 11 12 b-tch all yall gettin shot
and we sent da drop
yall ain’t slide
hate when n-ggas lie
pull up to his block shoot his face now that n-gga blind
rattin on da gang and he g-y no he ain’t my kind
ian finna trust no one at all cause ian gettin lined
always stay on top never fall off gotta keep my grind

- mirr417

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