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letra de rec a g - p.y.g

[intro: giggs]
simple

[verse 1: stigs]
send your body to the sky
leave him departed
if your n-gga wants to violate, get an -ss whip (stab him)
leave him in the casket (dead)
left speeding like an r6
your chick’s on my d-ck
you know i will r-ss it
and you know her p-ssy sweats more than your armpits
if you’re getting more food than the markets
tiny nuttie sucks that get your -ss sticked
came on your road, and i bottled you
and you wanna make lies, is that logical?
cs stabs generals so your n-ggas…
better bounce like a tennis ball
get it in your mouth like a denta
or fill him with lead like a pencil
it’s peak when the strap burns you
no gun, fly through with a knife like a ninja turtle
hold a nank for a little verbal
roll with a bottle daily ’cause i wanna hurt you
i know you wanna fist fight
but when i run pull out the ting
take out your insides
talking on beats like i’m big ryde
it ain’t like a bird but you can watch the sweets fly

[chorus: stigs + shocks]
i’m telling these guys (guys)
greazy younger put a knife in your chest
leave your soul in the sky (ghost)
now this little scally turned fed
i’ma boot him in his face ’til my adi’s turn red
next ends got the ballies on head
little f-ggot turn dead

[verse 2: shocks]
my n-ggas say that i act bad (bad), that i act mad (mad)
like i lost a couple brain cells like a granddad
tryna get the range rove and the rucksack
full of drugs chick barbie’d off like a brat ad (yeah)
take a little think (think), have you thought it yet?
you’re f-cking with some n-ggas that’ll laugh at the thought of death
strally kick you in your face, feeling like a horses leg (a horses leg)
and you’ll have your head spinning like a launderette
wig crack nothing long run with the stick
heads crack like a poppadom jump in the whip (jump)
got a new word for you dumb little pr-cks listen it
you n-ggas are on a ‘stuntical’ tip (ya liar!)
run little pr-ck
bandana on the stick, that’ll puncture your wig
don’t get your lungs in a twist
mind where your walk (why’s that?)
cah you’ll get slumped in the bricks

[chorus: stigs & shocks]
i’m telling these guys (guys)
greazy younger put a knife in your chest
leave your soul in the sky (ghost)
now this little scally turned fed
i’ma boot him in his face ’til my adi’s turn red
next ends got the ballies on head
little f-ggot turn dead
i’m telling these guys (guys)
greazy younger put a knife in your chest
leave your soul in the sky (ghost)
now this little scally turned fed
i’ma boot him in his face ’til my adi’s turn red
next ends got the ballies on head
little f-ggot turn dead

- p y g

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