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letra de u.d.r.w.b. (your funeral) - skrewz loose

[hook] (a-game)
talkin sh-t online behind computer screens
but in my face you straight up lyin through ya t–th… u.d.r.w.b
catch you slippin, i got homies with that heat
have ’em pull it, make you b-tches rest in peace… u.d.r.w.b
u don’t really wanna beef, u don’t really wanna beef
guaranteed, f-ck with this team you leave deceased
what is beef? b.i.g. had helped to tell you what it means
i got people down to catch a felony! u.d.r.w.b

[verse 1] (bird)
every little thing that i do, i do it cause i can
say h-llo to my lil’ friend, oh you didn’t know i’m italian?!
we don’t talk much we fight, never k!lled someone but i might
what i do is my choice, need a good girl i’m a bad boy
we flip work; double money, got weed, got pills, even got the molly
what’cha need? homeboy i deliver, oh you wanna rob me? you better reconsider
i’m too young to feel this old, every single day i get stoned
f-ck the police, aka the five-o
i’m on one, thinkin “f-ck the world” and everyone on it
got no time for a b-tch, cause they all come with problems
i need marijuana, and a cigarillo
i’m a chief, chief, chief until it burns my fingers! (bird)

[verse 2] (a-game)
chillin with the zoo crew, you know what it do, we some fools and we got a couple loose screws
b-tch you know we skrewz loose if you wanna rap with us, go and k!ll yourself with a noose loop
i don’t carry heat but i’ll hit em like a .22, little boys thinking that they’re grown with a tu-tu dress!
i’m a keep on rappin till they say that i’m the best, wanna rage? go and say it with ya chest!
no guitar so you know i’ll never fret, helped some people out but was stuckin out my neck
they spittin in my face really thinkin they can test, i’m a hit em in the face with these lyrics like a tech
i’m goin insane, so a-game want revenge, i know that you a lame, so you ain’t my friend
and if you keep on takin advantage and playin pretending, then plan for your mothaf-ckin funeral arrangements!
i’m higher than a sp-ceship feeling so amazing with the mindset “one day i will make it”
i rarely smoke weed, but bird and t.o.t. be blazed like jamaicans, we underrated that’s an understatement
you don’t want beef with us, no angus steppin to the plate is dangerous
to be honest i don’t really got the patience for a little fake b-tch, i’m a make ’em rest in peace

[verse 3] (t.o.t.)
like a pistol when i bust, never gave a f-ck prolly never will
smoke a little weed, poppin them pills, where is yo b-tch? back at my crib
i gave her the d-ck and she swallowed my kids, then she wanted to kiss but i don’t play that sh-t
and i’m fresh as it gets when i step out the whip and i’m packin a zip while i’m baggin your chick, real n-gga sh-t!
i could give a f-ck about ya, only ratchet hoes give a f-ck about ya
i’m pullin them, freaks like a club bouncer, yo i keep it low key like an undergrounder
so high that i might die, but i’m still fly, got a bad b-tch in the ride, b-tches on the side
seen you trying to bite my style, consider it nice try i be sippin and smokin and poppin just to get by
p-ss me the weed and i’m sparkin it up, you know me and my homies we don’t give a f-ck
got a couple bad b-tches we don’t f-ck with sl-ts and we puttin in work everyday of the month
uh, haters get on my nerves, talkin that sh-t you get put in the dirt
and you know that it’s me cause you smellin the herb and if you f-cked that b-tch, then i hit that sh-t first!

[outro] (a-game)
yeah n-gga!

- skrewz loose

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