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letra de dear mortician - swayy mula

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aye

(aye ylf turn it up!)

these n-ggas be scared for real

these n-ggas get on the net

an don’t even know it’s up though

i’m a rich n-gga for real
how ever this sh-t turn out

i’m on the 7 tray sh-t!

aye

i grab a glizzy, gotta lurk
cause it’s survival of the fittest
first lit one out my city, got lit
and still spinning

first n-gga with a chance to get
us up outta these trenches
but my chances still slim
i’m tryna bust one of these n-ggas
they speaking on lil tray?
can’t wait to flesh one of these n-ggas
i put this sh-t on bake, this sh-t get hot
this choppa peal sh-t

i got this sh-t on lock
b-tch i’m on firе, come hit the k!ll switch
still slanging that fire
i’m in thе hood, but b-tch i’m still rich

still him, still uppin that raaaw raaww
ima k!ll him
speaking on seven three but lil b-tch
you ain’t now he’s still here!
put sh-t in the sky
cause i say f-ck all of them thug tears

(aye n-gga f-ck all that sh-t, n-gga f-ck what you stand for)

put out a diss, that n-gga missed
ain’t got no money for the war with us
it’s up with us
if we catch him out
just know we scuffing em

we touch em up
these n-ggas p-ssy
yea we rough em up
can’t f-ck with us
they been around
they know what’s up with us
we see the opp n-gga been cl!cking up
we ain’t squashing nun
we see an opp n-gga we drop em
watch we hit em up
brent right with me
you know he quick to bust

i hit up tana like
“wan joking, these n-ggas know thirty-eight hundred of us”
i hit my wok like we ain’t stunting nun
i give my choppa to my 9ine
his head red, he tryna slaughter sum

i hit nire we caught him simi lackin
back to eight teen and twenty three
we miss a target? yea we spinning back

i grab a glizzy, gotta lurk
cause it’s survival of the fittest
first lit one out my city, got lit
and still spinning

first n-gga with a chance to get
us up outta these trenches
but my chances still slim
i’m tryna bust one of these n-ggas
they speaking on lil tray?
can’t wait to flesh one of these n-ggas
i put this sh-t on bake, this sh-t get hot
this choppa peal sh-t

i got this sh-t on lock
i’m on fire, come hit the k!ll switch
still slanging that fire
i’m in the hood, but b-tch i’m still rich

still him, still uppin that raaaw raaww
ima k!ll him
speaking on seven three but lil b-tch
you ain’t now he’s still here!
put sh-t in the sky
cause i say f-ck all of them thug tears

(aye n-gga f-ck all that sh-t, n-gga f-ck what you stand for)

these n-ggas p-ssy man
these n-ggas get on the net
an these n-ggas got no money
no bills, no nun
no gangsta ambition, none of that!
no hustle ambition
nun man

y’all n-ggas scared

- swayy mula

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