letra de slavery - raqbaby
[intro]
hah
dog sh-t, n-gga
[chorus]
whole lotta dead n-ggas in this ‘wood, b-tch, this sh-t hittin’ like wham
oh, your partner died last week? lil’ n-gga, we don’t give a d-mn
please don’t buck, i’m gon’ blam
she said, “you wanna f-ck?” i said, “i am”
tryna have a shootout with that old-ass gun
your sh-t gettin’ stuck, my sh-t don’t jam
b-tch, i’m rb, murder man, leave sh-t on the pavement
bad as h-ll, never listen, been playin’ with big-ass dracos since a baby
hit him with hot sh-t, ain’t no favorite
he got a gen, take him down if he tradin’
we got too many switches, them white folks need to know we ain’t goin’ for slavery
[verse]
never by myself, run into the opps, let 40 bang, n-gga
uh, still slide with them same drillеrs, got n-ggas takin’ paink!llers
see him in the club, broke ass ain’t throw no onеs, i’ma let it rain, n-gga
who the f-ck you scarin’? you ain’t the only one with them guns, we got the same, n-gga
f-cked her one time and i cut the b-tch off, she kept tryna make me her main, n-gga
we don’t want him to rest, we want that sh-t on his neck, n-gga, give me that chain, n-gga
ain’t sh-t changed, you can still catch me with the bl!ck out in the rain, n-gga
can’t wait ’til me and that n-gga have a shootout, you gon’ feel pain, n-gga
blowin’ this drac’, b-tch, get down
ain’t a f-ck n-gga talkin’ that sh-t now
f-ck i look like waitin’ ’til you pull out your gun? i’ma let it hit now
d-mn, his sh-t hit bricks now, i swear the opps ain’t on sh-t now
f-ck n-gga tryna be cool, in thirty more minutes, we takin’ they blitz now
n-gga dissed, got whacked
f-ck that dead-ass boy, get back
huh, my b-tch be goin’ through my phone, so you gotta hit my brodie jack
y’all gotta do somethin’, been like two years, can’t get your brodie back
got the drop on a scat’, yerked off in this sh-t, can’t get your stoley back
[chorus]
whole lotta dead n-ggas in this ‘wood, b-tch, this sh-t hittin’ like wham
oh, your partner died last week? lil’ n-gga, we don’t give a d-mn
please don’t buck, i’m gon’ blam
she said, “you wanna f-ck?” i said, “i am”
tryna have a shootout with that old-ass gun
your sh-t gettin’ stuck, my sh-t don’t jam
b-tch, i’m rb, murder man, leave sh-t on the pavement
bad as h-ll, never listen, been playin’ with big-ass dracos since a baby
hit him with hot sh-t, ain’t no favorite
he got a gen, take him down if he tradin’
we got too many switches, them white folks need to know we ain’t goin’ for slavery
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