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letra de caught inda rain (remix) - suspect agb

[intro]
m4

[chorus: sus]
bark this spliff when they pour henny
man get lit when they get hit
do hits and still make hits
i done hit the charts with the hook ’bout sticks
stuff 8 in the bl!ck, 16 in the glizz
like a 32 bar, gang’s lettin’ it spit
let the sk sting or my zk ching
the industry gon’ let the real k!llers in
[verse 1: sus]
he talk too much and got silenced
‘cah i woke up and chose violence
broadday assassin showed him what bine is
bulldog bite man’s ear off like tyson
how many man got done by suzie?
more time, anyth‌ing she chinged, i chinged
can’t let bygones be bygones
triple-s step and close man’s eyelids
first to find him next step, get set
chef heads, turn a dreadhead to a redhead
camden, [?], but i ain’t dead yet
f-ck feds, scream that sh-t to my deathbed
ayy, swing this blade up high
two heads for an eye, it sounds about right
i sn-tched man’s soul right out of his chest and the p-ssio got revived

[verse 2: strika]
how many man got yinged? (how many?)
and how many man got squirted?
main-road, back-road, burst him
me and triple-s in a ride, that’s purging (get him down)
he got dropped, curtains (he did)
and he got dropped, curtains (d-ckhead)
and he got dropped, curtains
all now, scored on civs, hurtin’
i’ll wake on the wrong side of bed
open my eyes and i’m thinkin’ of death (charge up)
slap on my gloves, tryna leave man stretched
free big s, bro done it the best (big bro)
i don’t wanna hear about gutta, you ain’t mashed no work
you’re a f-ckin’ beg (beg)
i was on a glide, you was home in bed
i was up tryna blow off your bredrin’s head, bow
but i saw your brother plenty of times (hahaha)
he got ran by the woods and he ducked and died (yes, he did)
my man struggled to survive for his life (fried)
run and hide, sh-t get fried
the range-rover dinger come big (come big), woo
swerve and stick (swerve that)
selection of waps get burst and sh-t (bow, bow)
selection of waps got twerk like b-tch (grrrrt), bow
reverse, reverse, big guri on deck
disperse, disperse, throw up a five, i’ll burst his shirt
anything one-side make the .44 twerk
i can never chat to gang about work (no, you can’t)
ctg got put in the dirt (yes, he did)
that’s ceemizz corpse and gucc’ in a he-rs- (he did)
ctg got put in the dirt, agh (dead)
[verse 3: rondomontana]
i’ve been hopping out dingers for fun
don’t trip, lil’ n-gga, or dash, are you dumb? (gang, gang, gang)
or punch gets thrown, oh no, no, that’s dumb
i’m a gunman, n-gga, i’ll bust my gun (bow, bow)
three shots to his chest then i leave him drunk
that punk got left with a grieving mum (r.i.p)
no slouch that my rambo knife’s getting swung
with flesh out bodies, leave holes in lungs (hold that)
i got it on me if i save man’s life
[?] me, then you best think twice (gang, gang, gang)
five-star sk!lls when i swing my knife
and this manner done match if i bang this bine (j-j-j-jah)
got pins, i’ll aim and blow out your mind
one try run, didn’t make it, time (d-ckhead)
so i dug right in, try dig out his spine
[?] refill up the thing (skrr-skrr), let’s slide
[?] get back, no deliberating
love glides, exhilarating (uh-huh, uh-huh)
everytime they rap, they exaggerated
but me, they’re intimidated
i was one-man up walking with the stainless
tryna buck one face and change him
bill him up and face him (get that dub)
how you talk about glocks and gauges?
but gang done shock and skating
like how, like how? (gang, gang, gang)
[verse 4: workrate]
dingdong died on a glide, that’s pain
[?] through the opp-block, got caught in the rain (uh-huh)
show us the way [?]
i’ll grip that fire, i’ll make it blaze (bow)
fans wanna know who’s there that day? (gang)
throw up a 6, that’s all i can say (?)
bro’s in the hood, dishing packs of fake
turn [?] cocaine if he backed his [?]
me and chingdat, that’s bro from qway
we came the closest to catching a k (this smoke)
back my blade and i’m wolverine
how many times did i push it inside man?
chinged and [?], more than 43 (?)
no opp block can talk on my tees (no)
i had no bally, i tied my tee
then i fed [?] while he begged and screamed (please)
slid on the 6, so we rinse that clip on their own estate (grr, bap, bap)
civilians nearly got caught in the rain
big g17, let it rip on the mains
him man collapse, start turning sensation
turnt too many to hospital patients (this smoke)
f-ck drill, i’m still tryna bill this cig’
and then bark this spliff when they pour henny (get back)

i’m the voice like durk, i’m captivatin’
she a baddie, badders got the biggest back
especially for a back, i need to find my balance
need to keep a balance, man of many talents
father and a savage, better mind your manners
in the north, we gunners, bro in e for hammers
n-gga you ain’t tony, wanna-be montana
heard that n-gga sing and, b-tch, you more like hannah

- suspect agb

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