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letra de dead block - tg crippy

[intro: tg crippy]
grrah, grrah
gang, gang gang gang
free the f-cking guys
free diddy, free west man
free f-cking a1 man, ya n-ggas know the vibes
gang, grrah, grrah , uh-huh
grrah, grrah, yeah
grrah, grrah (f-ck the opps)
big die 4’s
lvk

[chorus: tg crippy]
bro said he gon’ give them a chest shot
f-ck that, he get a head shot
one shot k!ll you know that’s a dead shot
after that, leave that boy on a dead block
next opp that i see leave his face [?]
d’s on my d-ck so i’m walking through 8 block
.42 b-tch so i walk with a deuce 5
who the f-ck touched me, n-gga you lied
bro said he gon’ give them a chest shot
said, “f-ck that, he get a head shot”
one shot k!ll you know that’s a dead shot
after that, leave that boy on a dеad block
next opp that i see leave his facе [?]
d’s on my d-ck so i’m walking through 8 block
.42 b-tch so i walk with a deuce 5
who the f-ck touched me, n-gga you lied
[verse 1: tg crippy]
word, like, listen, look
got the tg n-gga in the stu
i’ma show ya what i’m about to do
n-ggas switching sides, i don’t pick or choose
free west, brodie stuck in [?]
ain’t no petty cases, n-ggas like to oot
free a1, see you soon
he just on the block, toting on a .2
i tried to run em’ make em’ meet the news
all black when i spin a block, see a opp, i’ma up the chop
n-ggas say they spinning but they really not
smokin’ on mex, this sh-t is hitting like za
where you at n-gga?
like, hold on, hold on
where you at n-gga? is you trynna get clapped n-gga?
you trynna die like that fat n-gga?
mention jb you a pack n-gga, look
stop saying my names in ya songs, y’all n-ggas is p-ssy, ain’t letting it off
if i see you, you better take off
call lil g, he be ready to toss
i don’t think that there’s beef with the 4’s, them n-ggas don’t spin, they just talk in their songs
and they know what my n-ggas is on, hop out, leave a n-gga on the floor
he jacking he lv, then it’s no remorse
kay flocka, my muddy for sure
bend through the opps, he be ready to score (doa)
f-ck all the opps, they ain’t ready for war
i scream “don’t trip” when i walk through the 4’s
sucking jb’s d-ck, n-gga p-ssing me off
i’m dropping lv, n-ggas know what i’m on
six sev, my brothers, i know they gon’ toss
free the 8 west,[?] just came home
both of them n-ggas was just on the phone
we cracking the 4’s if you wanna know
i better not catch a vato by that store
if i do then, that p-ssy n-gga gotta go
with the b-tch, you know she get smacked with the pole, grrah
ima smack that b-tch n-gga, word to my deads
[chorus: tg crippy]
bro said he gon’ give them a chest shot
f-ck that, he get a head shot
one shot k!ll you know that’s a dead shot
after that, leave that boy on a dead block
next opp that i see leave his face [?]
d’s on my d-ck so i’m walking through 8 block
.42 b-tch so i walk with a deuce 5
who the f-ck touched me, n-gga you lied
bro said he gon’ give them a chest shot
said, “f-ck that, he get a head shot”
one shot k!ll you know that’s a dead shot
after that, leave that boy on a dead block
next opp that i see leave his face [?]
d’s on my d-ck so i’m walking through 8 block
.42 b-tch so i walk with a deuce 5
who the f-ck touched me, n-gga you lied

[verse 2: hunta]
it’s the hunta n-gga, look, like
yeah his mans got shot in the torso
always on point, i’m promoting [?]
movin’ tact, we never went to war broke
that’s how you die, keep thinking it’s all jokes
and i’m back for another, ya mans got shot
go invest in another gun, n-ggas be weird, i’m talking about h-lla dumb
how you get clapped then told me to f-ckin’ come
not playing no games when i come through, old heads just see us and them n-ggas just run too
like what n-ggas really gon’ say, i’m really on timing
just screaming [?]
spin the opps, go pick up the paste
i been on rotation since i was like 8
next n-gga that spin through my block, no remorse for that man i’m making him drop
get hit with this [?] or the glock, these n-ggas gon’ [?] when we hit the crowd

- tg crippy

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