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letra de want me dead - shybaby

[verse 1: shy baby]
i was just textin’ my baby mama she told me she thinkin’ ’bout leavin’
i’m diggin’ deep and im thinkin’, how can i stop all of this sh-t from just sinkin’
same time my mind bad, i’m drivin’ clutchin’ a nina
smokin’ dope tryna hide from the problems, still gotta p-ss for these people
to these n-ggas we never were equals, i was down bad we were both in the trenches you had somebody to feed you
doin’ dirt with them demons up lurkin’ and schemin’ now i got to holla out free you
put that sh-t on my rib forever a monster got to go in ’cause i be you, r.i.p. you, d-mn
if i get caught by them n-ggas in traffic better pray to god his gun don’t jam
too paranoid sittin’ low in the seat with the heat ridin’ ’round with my windows down
if i get caught right now it’s a wrap, i’m convicted they gone lay a n-gga down for a pound
real street n-gga i’ll never say sh-t to a b-tch or a cop i’m a take this sh-t to trial
sittin’ in a cell i was locked for a minute, one piece of mail from a b-tch with a pic
lyin’ in your letters b-tch who you really missin’, commissary day no bag no chips
plotting on crimes with my n-gga from the ville, every late night my n-gga feel my feels
stomach on e but i’m still gainin’ weight in this b-tch ’cause my n-gga keep feedin’ me pills

[chorus: shy baby]
these n-ggas want me dead
puttin’ prices on my head
tell them n-ggas i ain’t scared
up in traffic with this lead
if it’s up b-tch i’m a spray it
don’t say it’s up cause i don’t play that
these n-ggas want me dead
puttin’ prices on my head
tell them n-ggas i ain’t scared
up in traffic with this lead
if it’s up b-tch i’m a spray it
don’t say it’s up cause i don’t play that
[verse 2: bc odawg]
i get one of you f-ck n-ggas k!lled, i don’t give a f-ck if you’re one of mines
n-ggas know dawg i keep it real, they know i’d die ’bout one of mines
i know these n-ggas that hated and faded and traded, them b-tches done crossed the line
n-gga we starved together, we struggled together, now it’s f-ck you i’m cuttin’ ties
sittin’ on that green box blowin’ piff, this way before n-ggas turned crip
we were just ridin’ with thirty clips, now i think these p-ssies just want me k!lled
i don’t even f-ck with these n-ggas no mo’ anyway they got to go
i can’t let these n-ggas take me from my fam, that’s a no go
i’m a just let this nina blow, if i put money they gon’ chalk ’em dead
boy these n-ggas never let it go, heard you put money on my brother head
boy you p-ssy n-ggas never let it blow, talkin’ like you know
sendin’ shots at your door, f-ck n-gga now you know

- shybaby

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