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letra de neck deep - stunna ebk

[intro: stunna ebk]
stunna
(yo, fox, why you so godly, cuz?) go
phew, phew

[verse 1: stunna ebk]
p-ssy boy, lights out
we catch a face, treat his ass like a lighthouse (go, go)
light ’em up, high-speed, n-gga, beep the h-rn (beep, beep)
chrome heart with that glock, this sh-t uniform
yeah, i’m with the k!llers, n-gga, neck-deep (n-gga, neck-deep)
baby, these type of drugs stop a heartbeat
every n-gga with me drench, put his ass to sleep (drench)
chicago so cold, n-gga, tote a heat
i had to p-ss all on my hands, i ain’t have no bleach (go)
mournin’ over east, a product of these streets
these n-ggas wanna see me bleed, n-gga, f-ck the peace (n-gga, f-ck the peace)
you wanna see a dog bitе? b-tch, yank the leash
yeah, i got a box undеr that louis v
she left her n-gga, now she tryna get her ass creased
freaky b-tch suckin’ d-ck soon as she got released (released)
she say we in love, baby, who is we? (who is we?)
i don’t wanna talk, so why would i speak?
you get put up on the plate for thinkin’ sh-t sweet
brrt, brrt, switches hit you tryna get to me
you want that old me? b-tch, i gotta dig deep
[chorus: stunna ebk]
my glock full of r.i.p. sh-lls, open head (open head)
b-tches throw that sh-t right on me, i don’t gotta beg (i don’t gotta beg)
she know the lingo, this sh-t open legs (this sh-t open hip)
i don’t care how hard it get, i go and get this bread
n-ggas steady tryna keep up and they goin’ neck
first the bullet him, then the metal spread (phew, phew)
i’ll send him up before i let him repeat what i said
uh, first i was starvin’, now my stomach fed

[verse 2: nolimit faro]
first i was starvin’, now a n-gga eatin’ (now i’m eatin’)
best be on point, we clap sh-t down and k!ll you for no reason
got a drop on one of the opps, put on my mask and i started schemin’ (yep)
back to back in all fast sh-t, lil’ arco just scratched off in the demon (skrrt)
we spin all through the ’raq with glocks and chops, we do that daily
these hoes wanna trap a n-gga, they see i’m lit, they wanna have my baby (they trappin’)
but i can’t even do that sh-t, lil’ b-tch, you slow, you must be crazy (crazy)
just know y’all could suck my d-ck, lil’ b-tch, you a ho, you can’t be my lady (no)
and we drenchin’ sh-t, murder what? you ain’t k!llin’ sh-t (bl!ckin’)
two n-ggas went on a hit, caught one opp, so we splitin’ sh-t
they screws loose, then we mechanics, pull on they block and we drillin’ sh-t (bl!ckin’)
since fourteen, been playin’ with hammers, i was fifteen with a sixty clip
since fourteen, been spinnin’ blocks, by fifteen, been sendin’ shots
at sixteen, had sixteen in a mp, i was poppin’ opps (bl!ckin’)
at seventeen, been a grown man, been in the field, you lil’ n-ggas not (bl!ckin’)
at eighteen, i was walkin’ sh-t, i was comin’ through and i touchin’ tops
at nineteen, ran up my sack, i was gettin’ bands, got a lot of guap
i’m twenty now, still in the ‘raq, i ain’t duckin’ sh-t, i’m the biggest opp
and i make a diss or you gettin’ dropped
and we droppin’ fours up in every pop
still f-ckin’ hoes ’cause we love the bops
know she was gon’ go ’cause that b-tch a thot
[chorus: stunna ebk]
my glock full of r.i.p. sh-lls, open head (open head)
b-tches throw that sh-t right on me, i don’t gotta beg (i don’t gotta beg)
she know the lingo, this sh-t open legs (this sh-t open hip)
i don’t care how hard it get, i go and get this bread
n-ggas steady tryna keep up and they goin’ neck
first the bullet him, then the metal spread (phew, phew)
i’ll send him up before i let him repeat what i said
uh, first i was starvin’, now my stomach fed

[outro]
(yo, fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

- stunna ebk

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