letra de dead men don't talk - restricted us
talk to me sideways and i’ll empty out the f-cking mag
this b-tch thinks he’s the sh-t he’ll end up in a bodybag
you don’t want no f-cking smoke
run your mouth i hope you choke
fist to your face let your ego disintegrate
running your mouth will leave you lying in the streets
fake f-cking punk, such a punchable face
pick your t–th up off of the pavement
packs on top of packs, breath in the smoke of all my enemies
f-ck boy talking tough we pop the trunk on his whole family
test me and my crew we play no games we bust your f-cking lip
reputations ruined in the moment that you f-cked with me
talk to me sideways and ill empty out the f-cking mag
this b-tch thinks he’s the sh-t he’ll wind up in a bodybag
you don’t want no f-cking smoke
run your mouth i hope you choke
blood spilt on the pavement while your homies run the other way
truth is y’all ain’t with that sh-t, this ain’t the game you wanna play
shut the f-ck up walk away, there’s nothing left for you to say
“eat sh-t, die b-tch”, time for you to f-cking pay
bounty on your f-cking head
crawl back into your hole, you f-cking snake
eat a f-cking brick you p-ssy
dead men don’t talk
stay in the f-cking dirt
letras aleatórias
- letra de don't eat me! (too bad i'm hungry) - j. dla
- letra de аим (aim) - мокери (moxckery)
- letra de all that remains (is yours to keep) - shinigami
- letra de needle and thread - victoria victoria
- letra de big chief got a golden crown - the wild tchoupitoulas
- letra de cheques - pierre romani
- letra de delman diss - młody modzi
- letra de weird - bradkuzy
- letra de go!go!go!go!go! - barrera
- letra de face down in the grass - nolan lewis