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letra de 3rd degree - roadrunner glockboyz tez

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[intro]
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrich)
ayy
look

[chorus]
we be burnin’ n-ggas up
every time an opp die, we be turnin’ n-ggas up
he got a thousand likes on his last picture ’cause of us
i’ll leave a n-gga at his crib like i’m in a rush

[verse]
heard your mans got popped, wish his ass would’ve died
when you send this b-tch your addy, we gon’ send your ass to god
b-tch, you gotta pick one, you can’t play both sides
he far as h-ll, but i’m finna walk him down like a bride
huh, ayy, this that stick talk
i just put a leg on the glock, made my stick walk
chopper gave that n-gga diarrhea, made his sh-t soft
when they took that n-gga watch, they should’ve cut his wrist off
i be in the laboratory workin’ like i’m dexter
i’ma shoot a n-gga in his face, i ain’t no wrestler
smokin’ on this new opp pack, this sh-t pressure
they got that n-gga buried underground like some treasure
it’s an opp birthday, celebrate it ’cause he dead
c-ck your brain like a gun when i put one in the head
it’s gon’ be yolk everywhere when i crack that n-gga egg
we be makin’ n-ggas run back to they car like that n-gga red
use them legs
we’ll knock that motherf-cker off your shoulder, use your head
we’ll put your ass to sleep forever, better use your bed
that n-gga runnin’ with a gun in his hand, use your lead
[chorus]
ayy, we be burnin’ n-ggas up
every time an opp die, we be turnin’ n-ggas up
he got a thousand likes on his last picture ’cause of us
i’ll leave a n-gga at his crib like i’m in a rush

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