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letra de tension - sleepy hallow

[intro]
great john on the beat by the way

[chorus]
i can’t tell ’em what i do ’till it’s done, we let it rainin’ no sun
and we gon’ pull up with the gang can’t get no 1 on 1’s
the homies say i’m the one, i woke up and he run
and boy we known to let it bang we don’t care where you from
that forty beat like a drum, put [?] ain’t no punk
my n-ggas know i never change [?] slumps
true to gang, know we do the most
and b-tch i’m riding with my brothers we been trough the most, bullets ripping trough his coat

[verse 1]
i know they loosing hope, most of my n-ggas fighting years but they won’t grab the rope
i had to bring that choppa with me went to lake [?], that’s how i made it home
and you can keep your clothes on i only want the dome
straped up no lacking for us
‘member nights i’m in this trap stop no package [?], probably come and sn-tch up yours
pop out ain’t got no worries, know my n-ggas get to shoot one like we stephen curry (like we stephen curry)
hop out, doing damage
shorty think she dancing on a d-ck but that’s the hammer
duck the federalies tryna stay up off the camera
i hope it don’t jam this p-ssy gotta get [?]

[verse 2]
checking, get to flexin’
whole gang eating and we coming in for seconds
and we gon’ play the front, tell ’em pull up with the back in
[?] how the f-ck we gon’ get the strap in
do ’em like he hit the stage, we gon’ get the clappin’
four, five, six and n-gga we head cracking
and don’t care ’bout what he [?]
lil belly pistol packing, you if you lackin’, yeah
b-tch i been a man
running through them bands your favorite rapper a fan
wanna f-ck up on a beach b-tch i’m too black for a tan
just meet me at the [?]
i got dirty in my cup, and gun up in my hand
lotta n-ggas broke in person but they st-rdy on the ‘gram
off a percy not a zan, i made her live her man
but she know i ain’t loving i’m a leave her where she stand

- sleepy hallow

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