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letra de everything k - mtf drose

[intro: drose]
sblock, (ba, ba, ba, ba)
y’all n-gg-s got so many dead n-gg-s i don’t know who to mention, like that sh-t, sblock

[chorus: drose]

i hope you n-gg-s don’t think that we scared to have beef cause i promise that we with it
you wonder why we ont’ sleep by tha sh-t that woh happen to y’all cause we did it
my hood getting money, i jus hit a l!ck for sum bandz and my n-gga then we split it
we don’t talk about thotties cause we hit it
most of dem n-gg-s dyin but keep dissin
tryn’ spin im ego
we 4 deep in dat side in a beamer
f-ck i care, and we smoking ya father ya brother got shot he ain do nun either
it’s cool i keep me a heater, i’m on court opp block on da bleachers
i’m dat nig-a i stay in the spеakers
kick dat piece sticky nicе wit a visa
uh
fu-k that side they broke
& them nikkas hiding from us like a ho, lil n-gg-s tripping dissin on my bro is you slow? 123 bit-h go
is we gon [?] i’m like h-ll no
lil bro we got four more blocks to go
got like four more opps to smoke but i got a lil bit of pops to roll
uh
[?] dat artist stink, bullets em pops and mix em with the drink
jump in my water promise you gon sink
don’t ask if i got my hammer what you think?
two far for da lama that ain’ for the paint
uh
court a side i’m deep
hop out the v i do this sh-t a peak
get out with no mask n-gg-s know it was me
ight, cool
tell me what’s next, i only hang with n-gg-s who gon step
lil bro be catching rose for that check
spin murda ave, orange ave next
i had that back door open let me check
but sh, got hit with a tect
i don’t got por get hit with a left
them n-gg-s ain’t getting back they gettin swept
tell my blast he ain’t got back
them n-gg-s shot but he ain’t shot back
said our block but we died at
fu-k d thang then i’m die hats
i’m michael [?]
i have a number where you hiding at?
u send 5 im sending 9 back
had a shot to the face boy how you like that
[hook: drose]

(baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow,)

[chorus 2: drose]

better rum in that van slide over
off a e and sum drink i’m focused
i ain’t ducking no smoke i’m posted
you better buy you some bullet proof lotion
please don’t tell me to shoot
my right hand man really know what i do
ya brother got shot chu ain’t hop in that ku
sblock got apes & snakes like the zoo
roll up a blunt i got the drank to
prior u’ll catch a case for the flu
i know ya bro got shot before the news
that’s cause i’m outside and b-tch i get in tune
roll up some pops with them home rock
talking on bro i’m getting you shot
he catch a bullet suck until you pop
he prolly uh survive but nig-a you not
feel like i’m grabba because i’m 2 hot
most of them n-gg-s goofy gu bluss
don’t let us catch em in dat uber
i don’t diss for a kick can’t see a oozer
uh
and druno too
if you had ya hammer why you ain’t shoot?
pick up the as- on his manz too
i f-ck his bm but she ran through
catch lil tom buddy ran too
shi got me like dam, what my manz do
you know ima shoot but i got hands too
and put ya bro next to candles
[outro: drose]

[and put ya bro next to candles, i f-ck his bm but she ran through, uh]

- mtf drose

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