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letra de juugs remix - sunshine christo

[verse 1: swampk!ll]
catch me in the swamp, i’m bussin’ juugs
b-tch, i’m out the night, running from the cops, got the little cup of the wok
decapitate that b-tch, the clip got thirty rounds, buss a juug
i’m out this b-tch with the scythes
creeping with the motherf-cking bl–dy knives
hop out the grave, we smoking dro’
i’m with the demon ho’, she gave me throat

[verse 2: sunshine christo]
i’m on go with my pole and i won’t die f-cking poor
you know who i f-cking know, so you know best know not to fold
’cause you can’t afford to f-ck with my game
you know that i ain’t one of these f-cking lames
cleaning up bloodstains with my mop and my bucket
need a huge ass saw just so i can f-cking cut it limb from limb
now the body’s limp, i’d rather sell hoes than bones like a d-mn pimp
i need your organs, ’cause i’ma sеll that sh-t
watch your back, this a bad environment
the tigеrs and the lions won’t dare step it in
the animals afraid of being digested
i chew on the flesh like a f-cking crocodile
i turn the river red like it’s the egyptian nile
you’re anxious and scared, you’re lying in denial
look at my face, you can tell that i’m vile
add one to the collection, i got a huge d-mn pile
to find this body, the cops got to search miles
let the forest take the land with a d-mn smile
i know that it’ll facilitate my own revival
feel the cold down your spine like you stepped on a tile
you know it’s a song of mine without reading the d-mn title, you b-tch
[verse 3: lil kashin mane]
i’m really off the sh-ts, high as h-ll, giraffe neck
smoking on some boof pack, run it up, who cluck?
don’t f-ck with n-ggas, ’cause these n-ggas be doing too much
talking about my gun, b-tch, that b-tch buss’ too much
i’m tired of losing all these people, people always count on me
put me in the f-cking field like your name was dominique
you ain’t even in the field, you ain’t even strap your kids
ain’t try to play with that strap, ’cause my soul, i play for keeps
i’m holding the strap, and i’m haunted, i’m hurt
before i do the drill, i watch your sh-t first
got a pocket rocket, b-tch, it’s under my shirt
my gun’s the one in the bal-ster purse

[verse 4: bl–dy punk]
creeping through the night, put you in a grave
wolves out tonight, opposition, fool, we’ll murk ya
peeking out your curtains, see me lurking, watch me lure him
juug his sh-t, kitchen knife right up on my hip
swerving to an alley, down road to the valley
soldier, i creep through figueroa
next to the spot, enter with the yola
junkies dying over baking soda, get your stacks in order
bussin’ juugs, lurk in the shadows till the wait is over
manifest nightmares, walking with the package
then i flee, with the swamp, man, tactics
if you find me, leave your snake ass in the c-n-l
chopper sh-lls hit your ass like a spell
laser sight in the night, on a mission
leave some dots on your head like you’re krillin
infrared beam, green dot, watch you glisten
ducking the shots, don’t have an advantage
feeling dead like the gallows, ’cause damage, you
watch the crows, so reckless, either way, i’m fanning
for your heart, cave in when the blood fills by the gallon
black cloak on, hear the horrid soul
scythe slit the wrists of many foes
b-tch, watch me creep, put you in a grave
wolves out tonight, opposition, fool, we’ll murk ya
peeking out your curtains, see me lurking, watch me lure him
juug his sh-t, kitchen knife right up on my hip
swerving to an alley, down road to the valley
soldier, i creep through figueroa
next to the spot, enter with the yola
junkies dying over baking soda, get your stacks in order
bussin’ juugs, lurk in the shadows till the wait is over
manifest nightmares, walking with the package
then i flee, with the swamp, man, tactics
if you find me, leave your snake ass in the c-n-l
chopper sh-lls hit your ass like a spell
laser sight in the night, on a mission
leave some dots on your head like you’re krillin
infrared beam, green dot, watch you glisten
ducking the shots, don’t have an advantage
feeling dead like the gallows, ’cause damage, you
watch the crows, so reckless, either way, i’m fanning
for your heart, cave in when the blood fills by the gallon
black cloak on, hear the horrid soul
scythe slit the wrists of many foes
[verse 5: $wipebanditgøth]
woah, bussin’ juggs, woah
you can catch me late night bussin’ juugs
i’m a crook, life of a crook
i’m from the hood, been around some crips
dirty drugs, i’m with the zombies
b-tch, don’t doubt me, i’ll give you nightmares, i do it like this
i’m a crook, life of a crook
i’m from the hood, been around some crips
dirty drugs, i’m with the zombies
b-tch, don’t doubt me, i’ll give you nightmares, i do it like this

[verse 6: saibot]
out of town, b-tch, i be stealing, out of town, b-tch, i be stealing
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- sunshine christo

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