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letra de janitor crew - relly gunz

‎‎‎‎[intro]
(ayo double, you k!lled that, on foenem grave)
grrah-grrah, like-
grahh- like yeah
like worda bro n-gga
(zamn, stryder got that heat, for real)
like- grahh, grrah-grrah, boom
word to my dead ya’ll n-ggas better dip (c’mere, come here)

[verse 1: sdot go & relly gunz]
ron sleez, why you start running? (c’mere)
hang on the gate, me and bro we start-
hang on the gate, me and bro we start buggin’
we threw 12 and n0body throw nothin’
he don’t got sh-t, why the f-ck is he clutching?
i can’t wait till the day that i run into [?] (worda bro)
like, dougie got shot he was jumpin’
ptsd, i fl!cked it on my budget
smokin’ on g, bussin’
bеnd it through force on my g and my cousin
this n-gga think i won’t send this sh-t
i catch a body, i’m going to london
like, touch mе then i’m fl!ckin’
when we start throwin’, i go with the rhythm
like how the f-ck did you miss him?
he still alive, like you gotta be kiddin’
dot on his head, he look like an egyptian
bro told me chill but i don’t wanna listen
word to my dead, ight bet
they tryna diss, so i’m going to them
g-g2c on my body-
they tryna touch me, i’m throwin’ at ’em (c’mere)
thot tryna line me, she going with him
n-gga think that im bluffin’, i show it to him
legs so thick, gotta open in ’em
stay with potential like [?] and them
he get shot if he crackin’, he rollin’ with them
i’m really on they block and not trollin’ with them
like, bro throw a whole ‘nother one
i’m tryna bend but the bros on the come
oh, she the liar? bet, watch
i get my knock then kick her out the spot
[verse 2: jay hound]
that ‘lil dotty tryna set the drop
she cannot line me, i came with my chop’
i’m with the rolly, brodie a tweak
like he get shot if he yellin’ out-
blistin’ through blocks, it was me and my g
like- worda bro threw a shot at 15
i was walkin’ around with the centrals
bad b-tch tryna hold on my- (c’mere)
like, bad b-tch tryna hold on my pistol
spinnin’ that v, threw a shot at the rear view
i done went doley, on that mission
i threw shots on that block from a distance
b-tch, i do not play for no pistons
bro get to fl!ckin’, ootin’ like he wiggins

[outro]
uh-huh, grrah-grrah (bro get to fl!ckin’, ootin’ like he-)
(like worda bro)
like worda bro
like yeah, yeah

- relly gunz

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