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letra de death wish! - redster

[producer tag: grax]
grax, what the f-ck?
grax, what the f-ck?
grax, what the-

[watermark]
alright kareena, say it
uh, hi, red!

[verse 1: redster]
i don’t like chasin’ the hoe, but i get to dippin’ if it’s ’bout the paper (yeah, yeah)
that n-gga think that he big, put 8 in his back like he play for the lakers (brrah!)
tryna’ get muhf-ckin’ lit, me and my n-ggas the muhf-ckin’ ragers (the muhf-ckin’ ragers)
this chain on my neck from the tundra, i walk with the weight of a glacier (yeah, let’s go!)
when it comes to my muhf-ckin’ money, then you know that i get a little impatient (yeah!)
she throw it back like a beast, but there ain’t no beast that lil’ redster ain’t tamin’ (aye!)
man, i got a whole lot of shooters
hatin’ on me and you met wit’ them haitians (boom!)
i’m on the whole d-mn block
wake up and i put my foot on the pavement
walkin’ him down and i’m kickin’ the door
i know some n-ggas that stealin’ my flow (b-tch!)
d-m-v n-ggas, how i want some mo’ (yeah!)
i’m gettin’ lit, uh-uh, let’s go! (let’s go!)
my chopper start singin’ like austin & ally (bah!)
man, i get to work and you n-ggas just dally (lil’ b-tch!)
i know some n-ggas who hate that i’m winnin’
redster eternal, won’t see the finale (dumb b-tch, dumb ho!)
[transition: shofu]
aye!

[verse 2: shofu]
i know some n-ggas that owe me some paper
f-cked around, now your life is in danger
i need my cash in a bag or we knock out his eye
he gon’ look like he play for the raiders (bah!)
keep me a beam wit’ a scope and i use it
i never been p-ssy, it’s not in my nature (nah)
drop yo’ ass in the grave, you was talkin’- (f-ck n-gga!)
now a dead body yo’ neighbor
we puttin’ in labor like- (b-tch!)
i’m finna’ paint the scenario
shofu and red finna’ k!ll him like terrio (ooh!)
point his ass out, we like “there he go”
shoota’s gon’ let off a round like a merry-go (brrah!)
you was talkin’ online, what you scary fo’
hole in his body, he look like a cherrio (boom-boom-boom!)
we makin’ waves like a radio
don’t try to play me tho’ (nah)
don’t try to play me hoe (b-tch)

[verse 3: shofu]
choppa’ like damian
we finna’ shoot like the playoffs (bah! bah!)
keep me a knife and a chainsaw
i’m not a pirate, i keep me a a-r (brrah!)
we draw the weapon like a crayons
no john travolta, it’s shootin’ his face off (b-tch!)
chasin’ a bag, ain’t no days off
ain’t savin’ a hoe, b-tch i ain’t got no cape on (yeah-yeah!)
hol’ up (yuh)
i got these hoes on my d-ck, i don’t pay no attention (nah)
i got my mind on a check, if it ain’t ’bout no money, the f-ck out my mentions (b-tch)
that b-tch get ignored for a bag, if she hangin’ around add her to my collection
catch him, we stretch him (bah!)
shoot him up like a star since his ass
got a death wish, uh

- redster

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