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letra de deads - ​paragroup

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verse 1: soser
we finna walk in the function
h-ll nah, n—- you cannot get in (yeah)
yall n—- not sipping tussin
you ain’t my twin and you ain’t got a band
g19 with a red dot
that’s your hoe and she keep gettin headshots
can’t see you but yeah you get shot
in the field b-tch i feel like i’m dred scott
watch out he get his head shot
your b-tch i’m getting my d-ck sucked
how you shoot but you miss yeah
pockets fat like they rick ross
pockets on fat yeah they chubby
finna grip her, my d-ck in her tummy
wipe your nose ’cause it’s runny
how you “on one” but you running
boy finna run he do track
f&n got that b-tch movin back
run up on me leave you flat
get put down likе a mat

verse 2: paragroup
she wanna kick it with thе gang
choppa it firing flames
no i don’t know none of these b-tches names
i can’t f-ck with you, you a lame
i got a choppa, shoot with good aim
said that you cool asked around you a lame
i-i-i’m finna shoot with no trust
he talkin’ down he get hit with the k
b-tch ima ball out, 2k
i put that word on my deads
i got a draco with them specs
bro are you stupid you gotta be sped
i got a .50 cal at his head
i got your bad b-tch in my bed
bro we know that you been fed
talkin on me send him back to his deads
verse 3: soser
i’m finna ride with my shooter
b-tch i ride with a drac
n—- was so down bad, had no bread, had to make something shake
i was a young n—-
i was so destined to get it, or i take it
you must be a dumb n—-
b-tch ima pop me an x, feel like i’m in sp-ce
can’t f-ck with no n—- that be fed
n—- try lil che
i need 100k or you dead
heavy artillery b-tch
i got an ar with a leg
my n—-s shoot and don’t miss
i had him aim in at your dreads
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
n—- i spit all on your deads

verse 4: che
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
xd45 stock combat with a mark two you get ripped
n-nah i ain’t signing no deal
apg why you all on my d-ck
i’m the one keeping it real
she want some love told that hoe eat d-ck
i heard he dead, n—- get yo mans
i’m in eastside with lil glo
i spend a band with my gangalangs
he get put in a bin
how you miss all of your shots
if it was me, n—- spin again
i just don’t love all my thots
they be like “che can we all get in”
verse 5: kloutgabe
i was a young n—-
i had to scam lil bro for a motherf-ckin’ stick
you must be dumb n—-
if you think yo lil ass hoe gon let you hit
i-i-i got a drum n—-
xd45 hit that lil n—- in his sh-t
i got a gun n—-
i-i’m gon jugg his lil ass hoe for his motherf-cking ricks
(woo)
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
xd45 stock combat to your mouth yeah you get ripped
i-i ain’t gotta shoot that lil ass n—- he get lit
if he want a feat, my n—-, it’s the same amount as yo rent

verse 6: tyxonsmith
that boy talkin sh-t up on the net then he get clipped (yeah)
ran in the mall and i came with your b-tch
can’t tell him sh-t
that boy is a snitch
xd45, i ain’t a rookie
you got with a hoe i done hit as a cookie
i follow the money and this where it took me
hit my n—- chris if you wanna go book me
acog scope said i don’t got aim i blow out ya nose
i’m in that b-tch goin’ toe to toe
i’m in that maybach, break the road (ah)
acog scope on me, i’m down, i’m ready to blow
b-tch i’m down to f-ck on your hoe
i know she down to ride the boat

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