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letra de murder talk pt. 3 - spinabenz

[intro:]
bands on these n-ggas heads, ayy
bow, these n-ggas dead
bow bow, ayy, ayy, go
bow bow, ayy, go
n-gga uh, uh
go, gang, go, go, spin
brrr, tornado kid, n-gga
choppa town, n-gga, tornado kid

[verse:]
check it, i got bands on these n-ggas heads
i be glad when all these n-ggas dead
stupid n-gga crashed and tried to blame the opps, what kinda sh-t is that?
stupid n-gga ducked and ran into a shot, that draco split his head
sprayed my sh-t and tried to pop my top, but they ain’t hit it, yeah
a b-tch, i’m not one
a switch, i got one
he think i’m loafin ’cause he don’t see me wit’ my pistol, my b-tch got one
i spray this b-tch, (grrrahhh) lets go to war, i bet i drop some
i remember that one summer, them n-ggas kept dyin’, it was a hot summer
somebody prayin’ for this jit, i rarely miss when i be opp huntin’
them n-ggas talkin’ all that sh-t in the studio, but never shot nothin’
i never ever dropped a album by myself, but they know i drop some’
these opp n-ggas only droppin’ videos, i catch shorty pop-lockin’
oh sh-t, i jump out this b-tch and watch me score, i don’t need no assist
i’m tryna’ walk down, shoot from one centimeter away, b-tch, that’s how close i get
let’s get to stumble, trip, [?] smack on the floor, started all that rollin’ sh-t
and he went stiff like he paralyzed, that’s how i know he hit
(bow, bow) choppa in the car, what the f-ck is in the trunk?
it’s been this long, he ain’t shot n0body, what the f-ck you got that gun for?
on them pills, out my body, b-tch i’m bussin’, they think i’m drunk, drunk
on them pills, still slidin’, i fell asleep in the back of the stunna’, yeah
big smoke, obama rocks
they don’t like me, i stay on some sh-t, call me tornado kid the plumber, yeah
bust his homie head, that n-gga died right in front of him
and that n-gga who survived, the dead man, we just ain’t runnin’ to him
we press sh-t, stretch sh-t, n-gga check the score
we don’t care who you k!lled, p-ssy n-gga, k!ll some more
f-ck all them old drills you did, p-ssy n-gga, drill some more
choppa like a baby bottle, i’m tryna’ hit ’em head to toe (go)
oh sh-t, i jump out this b-tch and watch me score, i don’t need no assist
you done had that gun too d-mn long for it not be blowin’ sh-t
my old gun hotter than sun, this b-tch scorchin’
it wasn’t me, that was the old twin, he ran up and he torched him
[outro:]
i jump out this b-tch and watch me score, i don’t need no assist
fah, fah, hit him in his head, now it’s over with
you done had that gun too d-mn long, why you ain’t blow sh-t?
press gang, ask them p-ssy n-ggas who i (dum, dum)

- spinabenz

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