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letra de yakuza - saint balenci

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[intro]
d-d-defbeats did em dirty

[chorus]
marching like militant
lift that 45 du du finish him
death is imminent
he’s not listening
burn their block now they’re all immigrants

got some shooters
ride on scooters
steal your sh-t
we move like looters
stabbed in the past
he’s shot in the future
decked out suits we come like troopers

[verse 1: saint balenci]
talk bout me, nah, f-ck that
come talk bout them
four door whips and loaded skengs
their lives just flashing right before them

my team goes in, huh, park that
hop out and they spin
run for your life while i run with a grin
two opp boys down now they’re part of my sins it’s just like
i try to make change
go from good to bad i switch lanes
mood swings shorty’s going insane
but she eases up when i make it rain

beat it beat it forty round drum
shoot him shoot him his body goes numb
slapped it clapped it skeet on her tongue
big 4-5 the bells getting rung huh

[bridge]
don’t talk on the net too crazy
bodies get dropped like wars in the 80s
too high off coke in the back of mercedes
called too many hits feel like hades

nothing but guns can really save me
they showed love but now they hate me
i’m thankful for the reasons you gave me
to put you down now none of it phased me

[verse 2: saint balenci]
mobbing deep infamous
nah, mobbing like part of yakuza
blacked out suits we punch with bruises
opps coming round they move in cruisers
the cops tryna lock us up
and follow up
want fingerprints so they dust it up
they move like these opps so they set us up
when we k!lled some of them we covered up

if i give my bro my strap
i’m gonna want that strap right back
jawaad tryna send me a beat
so i spit some flames and buzz him right back

when the opps try run at us
we gear right up and we counter attack
knocked all of his t–th right down
now he’s walking round with a dental plaque

[chorus]
marching like militant
lift that 45 du du finish him
death is imminent
he’s not listening
burn their block now they’re all immigrants

got some shooters
ride on scooters
steal your sh-t
we move like looters
stabbed in the past
he’s shot in the future
decked out suits we come like troopers
[outro]
d-d-defbeats did em dirty

- saint balenci

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