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letra de tombstone - rico cash & don corleone

[intro]
bdm!
yeah!
east!
rico cash
kartel gang!
yeah
yeah yeah!

[hook]
gotcha name on a tombstone (tombstone)
they think i trap ’cause a n-gga got two phones (two phones)
gucci my shoes on (yeah)
bad lil baby and she got new b00bs on (bad lil baby)
ooh i smoke gas like i’m citgo (gas)
kartel gang them boys on go (go!)
we unleashed like django
tryna put me in the grave watch you die slow!
gotcha name on a tombstone (yeah)
they think i trap ’cause a n-gga got two phones (two phones)
gucci my shoes on (yeah)
bad lil baby and she got new b00bs on (bad lil baby)
ooh i smoke gas like i’m citgo
kartel gang them boys on go (them boys on go!)
we unleashed like django
tryna put me in the grave watch you die slow! (d-mn)

[rico cash]
keep a forty and a wesson on me (never lackin’)
when it’s cold i keep a tech up on me (yeah)
pushin’ dubs so i can cop a rollie (rollie)
chasin’ bred up in the early mornin’ (yeah)
came out the struggle ain’t have no food (nah)
now my money can’t breath face so blue
n-ggas want me dead i ain’t had no clue (word?)
now i’m ballin’ like durant see the lane and skip through (swish!)
since i was young i kept a draco (oh yeah)
young n-gga never used to play with legos (nah)
money on my mind tryna get a bankroll
got a lot of bred put it on the table
n-ggas know me how i stack my chips (yeah)
b-tches like salsa, eat em’ then i dip (what?)
no i’m never lacking ’cause i keep it on my hip (what?)
now if i call don your wig get split (yeah yeah yeah yeah!)

[don corleone]
bad b-tch down in mexico
once i hit the p-ssy then i gotta go
verses be like a pot of gold
find them sh-ts by the f-ckin’ rainbow
this beats hard call it bang bro
some bentley coupes with a range rover
got all of these chains on
motherf-ckers calling me django
kartel gang yeah we skippin’ lanes
like we ballin’ out on the interstate
remember b-tches wasn’t in to me
now all these b-tches wanna get with me
but f-ck y’all y’all enemies
i beat the p-ssy then i gotta leave
no hard feelings but y’all doubted me
i could see the record labels scouting me

[king bo bandz]
if i came in with my dudes
then ima leave with my crew (yerrr!)
you came in with your dudes
but they might have to leave without you (east!)
they thinkin’ that my youth gone
watch me put the youth on
ride around strapped in that yukon
head shot now ya’ roof gone
double g’s on my shoes homes
double d’s on her b00bs homes (uhuh)
-ss fat, boots on
p-ssy wet no lube on (eheh)
i came up from that group home
leather seats be two toned
been trappin’ ever since boost phones (lame -ss)
so don’t get your name put on a tombstone (bo!)

- rico cash don corleone

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