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letra de gravediggers - realbleeda & cobleeda

[intro: realbleeda]
(duke on the 808)
plays, n-gga, yeah

[verse 1: realbleeda]
polluted guts, that’s how you leave an opp for thinkin’ he the sh-t
run down droppin’ bullets in his chest, b-tch, i’m not michael vick
put him on ice and when that sh-t crack, then he gon’ get wet with this
she on my pipe and she just met me, she got plans on s-xin’ me
i go bleeda alrеady, i’m on beaucoup medicine
likе a bun, gettin’ to the bread, ain’t talking sesame
in the mirror in this amiri, uh, ain’t no guess on me
she say, “can we f-ck?” i say, “you serious?” b-tch, is you next to me?
and you better not question me
answers for you, i don’t have
all on that line, then you an opp or you a rat, you getting stabbed
oh, you want scratch? well, duck a jab
i be the next pack put in the air
bleeda cartel, leave their f-ckin’ faces on the slab
[chorus: realbleeda]
i’m a made n-gga, still catching plays, n-gga
put him six feet in the grave since he wan’ be a gravedigger
don’t call my phone, ain’t no discussion, we gon’ meet one day, n-gga
lil’ one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me, i would’ve pinched you with the b-tch
i’m a made n-gga, still catching plays, n-gga
put him six feet in the grave since he wan’ be a gravedigger
don’t call my phone, ain’t no discussion, we gon’ meet one day, n-gga
lil’ one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me, i would’ve pinched you with the b-tch

[verse 2: cobleeda]
look, see lil’ one spazzed you with that b-tch, if that was me, i would’ve pinched you
tryna walk down on that corner and i’ma stuff this thirty in you
we push sh-t up for real, b-tch, all my n-ggas gravediggers
would’ve left him on the stairs, but that rat had played with him
look, we outside, you post up and we pullin’ up
you ain’t never gotta ask me, n-gga, i’m gon’ f-ck with somethin’
now out the window ain’t good enough, i’m kicking doors, tryna leave him stuck
had to bait him in with a b-tch, treat him like a tick and got that p-ssy plucked
i heard the feds coming, they hit them bleedas, ain’t sayin’ nothin’
we bang, but we ain’t bangers, think it’s a game, b-tch, we go head-hunting
n-gga, all my n-ggas made n-ggas
we’ll lay on you for days, n-gga
gon’ drag him to his grave since he wanna be a gravedigger

[chorus: realbleeda]
i’m a made n-gga, still catching plays, n-gga
put him six feet in the grave since he wan’ be a gravedigger
don’t call my phone, ain’t no discussion, we gon’ meet one day, n-gga
lil’ one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me, i would’ve pinched you with the b-tch
i’m a made n-gga, still catching plays, n-gga
put him six feet in the grave since he wan’ be a gravedigger
don’t call my phone, ain’t no discussion, we gon’ meet one day, n-gga
lil’ one spazzed you with that switch, if that was me, i would’ve pinched you with the b-tch

- realbleeda cobleeda

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