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letra de emergency room - realrichizzo

[intro]
we did not come this far to just break down and lose now
i’m a winner, i’m going to win
uh-huh

[chorus]
handin’ out paychecks to all the belts, my k!llers work for me (belt gang)
got smoked a year ago, we rolled him up for his anniversary (whydah, don’t trust ’em)
caught a blood, left his ass to dry, we turned him burgundy (get it?)
i don’t miss, if we ain’t k!ll that boy, he in the emergency room, n-gga
mini micro drac’, that b-tch go, “boom,” n-gga
i had court today, but didn’t appear, that b-tch on zoom, n-gga (for real)
why you keep on showin’ me all these switches y’all don’t use, n-gga? (brrt)
goin’ to trial, the feds gon’ try to cook me if i lose, n-gga

[verse]
i’m beefin’ with the city (yeah)
i done shot at all my opps (uh-huh)
go back and watch our videos, shot on all thеm n-ggas blocks (boy)
boy, it’s 2024, i watched all them n-ggas drop (for real)
y’all might think thеm n-ggas on that, we know all them n-ggas not (yeah)
detectives questioned me ’bout them bodies, you know i ain’t tell ’em sh-t (nothin’)
n-ggas ride ’round with their poles, come back home and say they bend (i ain’t)
knew he was a hat before the news, “how you know?” ’cause i went
yeah, my opp her baby daddy, but he got smoked, so i hit (uh-huh)
everybody blew their pole, we don’t even know who shot him (at all)
stood all over dogs face, they couldn’t identify his body (n-gga)
you ain’t never had a chain, i spent fifty up at wafi (at him)
grey just texed me, “uh-huh,” that’s how i know my n-ggas got him (uh-huh)
it’s blamin’ music, label keep on askin’ for a pain song (they keep on do)
never had sh-t, i go to sleep with all my j on (with all the jewelry)
caught an opp outside his crib, sent his ass straight home (brrt)
i’m with 23 on this drill, we caught one out durango (boy)
[chorus]
handin’ out paychecks to all the belts, my k!llers work for me (belt gang)
got smoked a year ago, we rolled him up for his anniversary (whydah, don’t trust ’em)
caught a blood, left his ass to dry, we turned him burgundy (get it?)
i don’t miss, if we ain’t k!ll that boy, he in the emergency room, n-gga
mini micro drac’, that b-tch go, “boom,” n-gga
i had court today, but didn’t appear, that b-tch on zoom, n-gga (for real)
why you keep on showin’ me all these switches y’all don’t use, n-gga? (brrt)
goin’ to trial, the feds gon’ try to cook me if i lose, n-gga

- realrichizzo

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