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letra de gravediggers - mori briscoe

[verse 1: mori briscoe]
these n-ggas know they know me how i get, send 63 shots if he droppin the set
boy you a rookie whats that to a vet, f-ck up his vest couple shots to his chest
twirl all my folks and we droppin the woo, f-ck wit the opps and we droppin you too
heard we send shots and yes that is true, now im home now was locked for a few
tell bro go bl!ck em, boy just got turned to a victim, shots gone f-ck up his system
jahh gone lift em, me and [?] on a missions, lurkn and make sure we clip him
leave that boy missn, know how we rock, my shooters pull up they hop out and flock
if im not in thе fields in the [?] with some flocks, walk with a grip i cannot lеave my 9
can’t go like i refuse to get shot, slide with my 9 tucked if he droppin the rakes leave him fried up
hallow tips to his noggin his mind suck, if that guy bluff we throw subliminals
they say lately i move like a criminal, tell jahh back out he gone send a few
we ain’t freinds boy im tryna get rid of you, i let the 40 squeeze that b-tch sound like alicia keys
boy you know we get hectic, slide wit 100gz if a n-gga try and get to me you know sh-t can get reckless
i make the first move on a opp, n-ggas he blush you boom on a knot, you must be stupid who gone get shot
they be like mori movin to hot

[verse 2: jahhfloxk, mori briscoe]
first things first give a f-ck bout a structure you droppin the rakes you a dub
i got a glock with unlimited shots when i flock i don’t gotta be lucky
ion beef with snitches and some fakin n-ggas, jaydee went from blood to crip then he was out here rattin and rappin b-tches, hot chops to ya oven mitt im on some otha sh-t might hit the spot wit some naked b-tches
i’m movin to hot now don’t run up on me n-gga no i don’t wanna take a picture
don’t let me see [?] heard he not tuff leeky can’t save him when shots bust
folks twirl wit the knocks out bl!ckys gone hop out leave a n-gga on the pavement
be the brick in the polic a slave sh-t, i still trap gotta get paid b-tch
how you twirln bro you is not sanction, spin threw [?] leave sh-lls on the pavement
b-tch i’m trigger happy i get anxious, if i’m masked up it get dangerous
my lil flock we buggin got no patience, and my gun clap n-ggas like its racist
how yall still ain’t get back yall don’t make sense
kasa gone bl!ck dat n-gga, n-gga bl!ck who? p-ssy n-gga you built like a pencil
hallow tips its gone rip threw his tissues, have him leakin out like a menstrual
spin threw tryna slide by we don’t hop out the v we do drive bys
broad day can up f-ck night time, you ain’t eva did sh-t you a nice guy

- mori briscoe

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