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letra de gang shit! v2 - remorse666

[chorus: remorse666]
born in new jersey
b-tch i’m boutta snap
ncm jd, got the gang behind my back
p-ssy talking sh-t i’m finna pull up with the gat
run a train on that b-tch but her ass h-lla flat
yeehat, spathi, star control
immortal sin, i’m on a roll
2018 super bowl
the eagles won, its time to troll

[verse 1: remorse666]
the b-tches i’m f-cking then doubled up
i pour water in my double cup
you b-tches be softer then honey buns
just bought a new heater i love new guns
i did this sh-t f-ck the obstacles
they told me this sh-t was impossible
but none of they theories was possible
i’m seeing sh-t clear with no opticals

[bridge: ncm jd]
aye man, ncm gang sh-t man, coming in this b-tch
n-ggas chasing money man, lets gеt it
immortal sin on the way
[verse 2: ncm jd]
ncm, n, it’s like it’s a collab
run up a check, and wе chasing the bag
i hit from the back, while i’m smacking her ass
i’m chasing a check tryna get to the cash
my n-ggas is snapping, they breaking the law
she eating my d-ck, and my d-ck in her jaw
i ran up a check, and you know ‘ima ball
i might f-ck on your b-tch, i might give her a call

[verse 3: ncm jd]
i got the juice and there is no debating
717, my label the greatest
i’m stamping on n-ggas, the n-ggas that hating
i’m racking up fines, you know i ain’t paying
went to the dealer, said “f-ck what you saying”
go to the cut, and you know what it is
i ain’t giving you sh-t, and you know you a l!ck, and i’m smoking this gas, it smell like some p-ss

[verse 4: ncm jd]
run up on you, and you know you get frisked
38 on me, like n-gga you burnt
when i hate hoes, i’m leaving ’em hurt
when i see your b-tch, yeah you know ‘ima flirt
if you in the wrong, you get put in the dirt
going so fast, my tires might skirt
smoking this gas, i’m high like a bird
on my ncm sh-t i stay true to my word (gang)
[verse 5: remorse666]
yo momma a b-tch
that b-tch a m’ f-cking snitch
leaving holes right in yo head
pull up with pole, and i leaving y’all dead
b-tch i pull up with scope
water whipping with the pope
b-tch i’m always smoking dope
try me lil b-tch i’m a foe

- remorse666

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