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letra de lbc - slaughterhouse

[lyrics from snippet]

[verse 1: kxng crooked]
peel the rag off my 650
welcome to crip city, riding to makaveli
tripping on how he dissed biggie, with the b-tch semi in the stash
tempt me, i get busy on your ass, sipping henny as i smash
creep in and drive in, know it’s wrong, where i’m from
n–gas die in the blink of an eye, we don’t think of surviving
on the brink of extinction, you think i’m jiving
we ain’t sinking, we diving head first when you get the bread first
hoes, flagging down crooked’s car on the boulevard, my n–gas call it the [?]
where them shooters are like dammit, they pull your car
even a [?] play around, he getting bullet scars
b-tches having kids early, grammas by their mid-30s
raising their grandkids, i mean really though
twerking on a world star video
just seen a hoe at the [?]
needed a hot combo and a lot of [?]
silly hoe, acting like a hundred dollar bill is a mill
b-tches get you k!lled

[chorus]
n–gas runnin your spot for the activis and pills
plus they always trying to jack the latest rapper with a deal
bodies being found on [?], laying with their heads turned off
police, they blame long beach

- slaughterhouse

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