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letra de tales from tha guttah - ramirez

[intro]
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to decay
you feel me?

[verse 1]
you see me hoppin’ out the bucket with that donkey d-ck extended clip
ridin’ with your partner so that’s more bodies finna get hit
i’m from the streets that’ll chew you up and spit you out quick, in a jiffy
you say you ’bout that action but i’ve never seen you pull no l!cks
i let the llama do the speakin’, it don’t take no talk-back (grrah)
i take your b-tch and make her flip, b-tch, she gon’ work her track
protected by my dead homies, rollin’ one deep inside the ‘lac
i pop the trunk, this thirty got me geekin’, burnin’ down the sack
b-tch, i’m the militant gorilla (ayy, ayy)
the walking corpse and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no thriller
totin’ on the capper driller (ayy, ayy)
apply the pressure, stomp you out so you gon’ feel this
it’s that boss sh-t, knock a b-tch, i’m steady flossin’
i’m in the field, runnin’ deep, watch me mosh sh-t
you in my hood so you better walk with caution
bgs in the street, we down, ’cause i ain’t got no other options

[chorus]
you say you ’bout it but you talkin’ to the feds
my young bg pull up and bust your f-ckin’ head
there ain’t no god in here so he can’t hear your prayers
knockin’ down your block, it’s the gorilla huntin’ heads
you say you ’bout it but you talkin’ to the feds
my young bg pull up and bust your f-ckin’ head
there ain’t no god in here so he can’t hear your prayers
knockin’ down your block, it’s the gorilla huntin’ heads

[verse 2]
let me tell you a thing; she don’t love you, that’s a game
i done seen too many goons get k!lled or locked up in the cage
you get taken from your innocence at a very young age
tryna put food on the table ’cause yo’ momma barely gettin’ paid
grew up in a roach-infested house, less cuttin’, now f-ck a drought
tryna make the move ’cause this next n-gga tryna take me out
paranoia runnin’ deep in through my mind
huggin’ tight all on my b-tch but my b-tch is a glock .9
the red beam touch your face, bring the static, watch me infiltrate
pull up to your compound in the pit of rage
i’m like a surgeon, give your b-tch-ass a new face, slit
never trusted with the autopilot in the sp-ceship
red and blue lights, duckin’ from the feds, if i get caught, then i’m dead
put me in a coffin, leave me bl–dy red
i’m out the window with that bullsh-t
i turn your kickback into a funeral, empty out the f-ckin’ clip

[outro]
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to decay
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
-59 plug ’til my body turns grey, ’til you
put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to de-

- ramirez

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