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letra de drill - prince dre

[intro]
(ayy, smatty, let’s count up some—)

[verse]
we the one who screaming, “f-ck the opps”
ayy, and f-ck the cops
i won’t lead the scene, i’m still squeezing ’til somebody drop
leave your body leaking then they freeze him, put him on that box
he dolphin, got hole in his top
they popped him like [?] in the pot
b-tch, i’m with the violence, i come from that willing
shots ring, more bodies piling, ambulance, police sirens
well, they know it’s drill, murder, k!ll, k!ll
face shot, shoot him close range, gotta look like emmett till
o’block, they heard of us, they call us murders
i know a k!ller that get visits, he’ll wrap you up like a surgery, uh
he just use face masks, high speed, make the jakes crash
get close, shoot through the glass
bullets spitting, switches like flash
and i made this b-tch blast, throw shots just like [pacers ?]
glock on me just like fashion, streets know that boy a savage
boy, you better run, here the k!llers come
five-seven just new jeans, for issues [?] we got bigger guns

- prince dre

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