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letra de back2back - pr sad

back2back lyrics
[intro: dopesmoke]
(ay, czr did a mazza, still)
(sebz beats, baby)
dopesmoke, 67, and pr sad, back2back
f-ck all the dead opps, we smokin’ on all of your dead homies
glee, glee, glee

[chorus: pr sad, dopesmoke]
i lost faith when bro got the g
then i patterned up quick like it’s skengs we trust
the blade really took my man’s cuz’
he weren’t lackin’, he rolled that dice like a trump
punk, if it lands on 60, you’re done
add another six when you got him, his lungs
i ain’t beefin’ these kids or bums
no playin’ with them pr-cks, you know how it hit stunt
juice get spilt like tonic (spilt), i’m on it
i’ve seen man run like sonic (dashin’)
me and my darg, that’s wallace and gromit
fill up the dings, let’s spot and drop it (right now)
s1’s loud, he comes too chronic (too loud)
he try run got put on a bonnet (man l!ck that)
he try run got put on a bonnet

[verse 1: pr sad]
gofundme page, let me pay my respects
a white flag couldn’t make this end
silly, i ain’t need to go into depth
but i went into depth when i put it in rexx
no tit for tat, when we do it, it’s ten fold
kid’s got 9 ’cause he gave a man ten holes
coverder up, we ain’t with the chatting on (?)
[?] raindrop emoji, let’s go
we do drills, them man just talk it
sh-t gets awkward when we mention the dead
over 4’s in bed
unlimited z’s, we put him to rest
trap gave me an inset, won’t go in depth
just gotta show with index, quick kweff
second time he passed, first time he should’ve been dead
(second time he passed, first time he should’ve been dead)
[verse 2: dopesmoke]
three in a week
let’s keep on ridin’
where they tho, cah man can’t find ’em
i watched him swim, when i pushed my knife in
skeng’s on peds
no need for a hi-vis
go ask trident, my batch’s real violent
we’re actually trying
but they’re not dying
me and my dawg that’s stewie and brian
riding, tryna leave on of them minus
stainless steel when i’m out for the k!ll
it’s real, they’re hiding
you can hear in his voice, he’s lying
they wanna diss on songs
and go out wrong
no wonder they are dying, frightened
put on your gloves, start slinding
g got life, cause he turned him lifeless
and s got s cause he kept on hyping

[verse 3: pr sad]
don’t die like chino
know it’s less than a crayon to draw me out
…

[verse 4: dopesmoke]
creep up and wet him
it’s us who’s causing tension
fill up the dings while the ped’s unleaded
who’s that? what’s that?
jump out cheff it
oh yeah, did i mention?
your bredrin’s dead, still p-ssed that he’s restin’
we cheffed reckless
i think he learned his lesson
death was his sentence, now he’s in heaven
i stabbed him once and i stabbed him twice
few more times, he would’ve lost his life
buck into me with my rambo knife
only asking once
i don’t know about twice
s.o.s. that’s splash on sight
all of my young boys active
said they want splash him or air that bine
(or air that bine)

[chorus: pr sad, dopesmoke]
i lost faith when bro got the g
then i patterned up quick like it’s skengs we trust
the blade really took my man’s cous’
he weren’t lackin’, he rolled that dice like a trump
punk, if it lands on 60, you’re done
add another six when you got him, his lungs
i ain’t beefin’ these kids or bums
no playin’ with them pr-cks, you know how it hit stunt
juice get spilt like tonic (spilt), i’m on it
i’ve seen man run like sonic (dashin’)
me and my darg, that’s wallace and gromit
fill up the dings, let’s spot and drop it (right now)
s1’s loud, he comes too chronic (too loud)
he try run got put on a bonnet (man l!ck that)
he try run got put on a bonnet
[outro]
(ay, czr did a mazza, still)
(sebz beats, baby)

- pr sad

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