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letra de “ghost ops” - shadow krew

[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b-tch, i’m back, back with my sh-t tighter
snakes claimin’ the streets, that sh-t be cap, they never put no f-ckin’ fighter
he run, he done, blast in his back, got his lil’ a smokin’ like fire
ripstop jacket, heavy boots, chain iced out, you know i’m wilder
what the f-ck you thought? this sh-t cost, ain’t no cheap-ass designer
right outside your crib, collect what you owe, b-tch, i’m a f-ckin’ bill collector, rider
it’s me and ghostboy all winter
f-ckin’ hoes together, no beginner
knockin’ sh-t down at her spot, pipe on the dresser, smoke linger

[verse]
b-ttons pop off, f-ck, that sh-t loud like a fart, ayy (baow, baow, baow)
shadow krew back from the dead, y’all don’t know what the f-ck you started, huh
studio lit, turn me up, off x, feelin’ r-t-rded, ayy
shield low, i’ll swanton a f-cker, fly like a beast, feelin’ like jeff hardy, brrah
i say, your a get capped over a f-ckin’ dime
.40 tucked in my boxers, yeah that’s prime
f-ck i look like a boxer? nah, i’m in the streets, i climb
i do not like y’all, won’t kick it, no soccer, huh
hoes keep lyin’, sayin’ they with me, couldn’t make my roster, quit your f-ckin’ chatter (gang, slatt)
she think she clear, do all the suckin’, yeah, that’s her habit
she gave more head than body, that’s the f-ckin’ magic
think i’m sweet ‘cause i’m small and i got more head than body, classic
tryna get rich, move in with my b-tches, sh-t like whitney and bobby, tragic
changed my number after the last drop, movin’ too c-cky, aye
movin’ too c-cky, b-tch
don’t pull a standard clip, i’m tryna smack buddy ass with a hockey stick
walk any block, chest out, actin’ wild like a monkey, b-tch
if you think i slide sneaky, dummy, you f-ckin’ dumb, b-tch
disrespect ain’t tolerated, watch what fly from your lips, ayy
they gon’ ask, so don’t ask if i fed your b-tches, b-tch
it’s smoke, it’s smoke, ain’t no diss, just facts, b-tch
show y’all how it is, come for shadow krew, better not miss, ayy
[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b-tch, i’m back, back with my sh-t tighter
snakes claimin’ the streets, that sh-t be cap, they never put no f-ckin’ fighter
he run, he done, blast in his back, got his lil’ a smokin’ like fire
ripstop jacket, heavy boots, chain iced out, you know i’m wilder
what the f-ck you thought? this sh-t cost, ain’t no cheap-ass designer
right outside your crib, collect what you owe, b-tch, i’m a f-ckin’ bill collector, rider
it’s me and ghostboy all winter
f-ckin’ hoes together, no beginner
knockin’ sh-t down at her spot, pipe on the dresser, smoke linger

- shadow krew

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