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letra de lost & sherm'ed out - nationwide rip ridaz

lost & sherm’ed out, triple gold dan’s on the coupe
lost & sherm’ed out, tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit
lost & sherm’ed out, if life was a drug i’d pay the loot
lost & sherm’ed out, and when the c’s kicks off i’m the first to shoot
f for death, oh

[mac-11]
i seem lost & sherm’ed out without a motherf-cking doubt
but in the right state of the mind to take the motherf-cking trash out
the trash in my enemy
see i don’t give no p-sses, i don’t care if you can to me
cuz this rap is your warning
i creep when you’re yawning
or when you’re f-cking your b-tch at 3 o’clock in the morning
squeeze a sherman and then i squeeze the trigger
break out a handcuff
and take the life from a n-gga
climb up to the top of the roof
sit on the edge and talk sh-t and jump
cause my heart is pumping sherm juice
i thought they knew that i was hazardous
watching me move like steve austin
and talk slower than a b-st-rd
it’s getting kinda hot
i’m coming outta all my clothes
scarin’ the f-ck outta hoes
and no matter how high i get
don’t try to play me cause you get played like the o’jays when i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch

lost & sherm’ed out, better have that b-tch so d-mned smooth
lost & sherm’ed out, i treat hoes like cats and kick ’em on the roof
lost & sherm’ed out, roll up the bud and dip it in the juice
lost & sherm’ed out, and when you hit it you wouldd swear you were bulletproof
lost & sherm’ed out

i baptize motherf-ckers in gasoline
let ’em fly the loop
and blow they wig like don king
then peel they motherf-cking skin back
bury they -sses so
and have ’em burning like a hoodrat
n-gga – next is his hyna
see it’s the quiet to murderer
shoot ’em up f-ck a tec-9
i tie your -ss to a gl-ss house
let the -ss down
and drag your -ss to your baby moma house
somebody’s who be found chopped in pieces
k!ll up – brothers and sisters, cousins, friends and nieces
grandpops, moms, uncles they -sses gotta go
so when i say: f-ck it, put it the blunt gotta advise to hit the floor
we ain’t tripping on dime
cause we already dead
fool every soul that you see
take up out of they forehead
and make ’em one of us don’t no lie, get spared
n-ggas is braggin’ to hit to the wack
but fool i don’t care

now i’m in the county
looking at the walls
playing with my b-lls
washing out my drawers
thinking about this d-mn situation that i’m in
never did a n-gga think he’ll make it to the pen
hoes they left me
got a n-gga sad
times got me stressin’ on reminiscing about the hoes i had
but i ain’t tripping cause i’m shorter than a coffee table
i gotta break up some change, let’s ???? to find ???? able
thinking anothers from the o.g’s
n-gga straight ballers selling chicken, birds and ki’s
gangstas on lock down
with the hour of rat
and the cops treat a n-gga with no kind of respect
no phone cars, i wish i can leave
they kicking me to the side like a hard piece of cheese
i’m kinda f-cked up in my head
and freeway ??? out of my room with my last piece of bread

- nationwide rip ridaz

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