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letra de so guilty - pro dillinger & sean kelly

[intro]
big one nine sh-t, n-gga
ya know what the f-ck goin’ on, baby
it’s just me, man, the dirt lord
let me talk at you real quick
sean kelly, what up? (uh, yo)

[verse 1]
i’m spreadin’ salt in the wound (wound)
it’s dark in the room, a full moon
i’m ’bout to send my dawgs in the room (uh)
the product good, fiends cookin’ hard in their spoon (they cook that)
if it’s blood in the water, i’m the shark in the room
no dumb n-gga, i been eatin’, i ain’t no bum, n-gga
i pop, we all jumpin’ in, no one-on-ones, n-gga
knots on your head top (knots)
new greek fire, get a leg shot
new kicks fire, these are dead stock (uh)
put a target on the game, this a head shot
if anybody makе it from the town, i got the best shop
my pеn sharp, this a guillotine, don’t get your head chopped (don’t get your head chopped)
took losses, kept it on the field, i’m dead prez cop
only difference is i got a hand full of rings now
and more steam now because of how i do my thing now (yeah)
all the the n-ggas that was gettin’ money lookin’ fiend’d-out (uh)
shorty blowin’ sage on my body, so i’m here now
[chorus]
my hands so filthy
murder on my mind, i did bad, i’m so guilty
if i don’t trust n-ggas, then they can’t go with me
careful where i’m from, ’cause the land so tricky
i gotta keep it with me
my hands so filthy
murder on my mind, i did bad, i’m so guilty
if i don’t trust n-ggas, then they can’t go with me
careful where i’m from, ’cause the land so tricky
i gotta keep it with me

[verse 2]
my baby on my lap, my daughter or the .380 on my lap
n-ggas hatin’, tryna lay me on my back
go hard, i don’t get lazy on my raps
i been here, n0body placed me on the map
i got the right to talk crazy on the track
only god can judge me (uh)
the money dirty and my profit ugly (uh)
we don’t speak but my momma love me (yeah)
my circle changed, i don’t talk to dummies (nah)
i’m losin’ patience, so ain’t no conversations if you n-ggas ain’t talkin’ money (bread)
i’m tryna make amends
i’m makin’ bread, i ain’t makin’ friends (no)
chasin’ clout, i’m out here chasin’ m’s
life short, i’m in the game, so i play to win
i k!ll rappers, then i build the boxes you can place ’em in
shoot the boots off that they shakin’ in
y’all f-cked around with a sleepin’ giant, i’m awake again
i been ballin’ hard, it’s ’bout time a n-gga take the win
when i see the pearly gates i hope that i can make it in
[chorus]
my hands so filthy
murder on my mind, i did bad, i’m so guilty
if i don’t trust n-ggas, then they can’t go with me
careful where i’m from, ’cause the land so tricky
i gotta keep it with me
my hands so filthy
murder on my mind, i did bad, i’m so guilty
if i don’t trust n-ggas, then they can’t go with me
careful where i’m from, ’cause the land so tricky
i gotta keep it with me

- pro dillinger sean kelly

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