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letra de nobody safe - tg crippy

[intro: tg crippy]
ahh
gang, gang, gang
every opp shot, what
like what, who that?
grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah

[verse 1: tg crippy & tts tana]
n-gga, everything dead when i walk in the spot
if you look at me wrong, then you gettin’ shot
i’m a doa n-gga, they know how i rock
b-tches wanna f-ck, give me top
and if you an opp, i ain’t lettin’ you rock
i’ma keep on flockin’ ’til a n-gga drop
hangin’ out the window, spinnin’ through they block
it’s like eight o’ clock, n0body outside
’cause none of them n-ggas is ready to die
n-gga, suck my d-ck, you ain’t spinnin’ no five
free keemy, free west, free hunta n-gga
free the whole 5th to the sev
walk in the spot, n-gga, everything dead
speak up, i ain’t hear what you say
i’m gone off the perc’, i’m dead
i’on wanna f-ck, i just want the- (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
[verse 2: tts tana]
sh-t’ll gеt spooky, i walked in the room
cuzzy sweepin’ sh-t like a broom
yеll the wrong sh-t, get ’em boomed
new chops, got stay in tune
doa steppers, my n-ggas is goons
if you bending that sh-t, make the news
if you shine ’em, we takin’ his jewels
thottie gon’ ride it, baby, gotta choose
ayo cuzzy, let’s go bend the have
tryna send a gz to his grave
everything dead, n0body is safe
bodies on bodies, my nina is g-y
just hit a opp the other day
spin in a-, shh, just playin’ chase
he was runnin’ but it ain’t a race
never can speak on it ’cause it’s a case, like
it’s heavy, blitz ’em crazy, 2-3 to his belly
in the back of the cab, it was messy
like ten pack, just kicked me a chevy
we gon’ [?], he gon’ catch me
still die 4’s, i’m totin’ becky
don’t s-xt me ’cause i’m s-xy
beat up the [?] while i’m smokin’ mexxy

[verse 3: tg crippy]
you was chattin’ the wrong, should’ve got ’em shot
tana sent that n-gga to the doc’
n-gga, suck my d-ck, i’m smokin’ on rah
you smokin’ my deads, but look how he died
n-gga had no gun, went out like a dummy ’cause that n-gga dumb
when they see, i know they gon’ run
them n-ggas is p-ssy, this sh-t ain’t no fun, like
ayo tana, who that?
like, why that n-gga lookin’ back?
n-ggas know we always keep a strap
one false move and i’m lettin’ it clap
i’ma blitz through the front while you blitz through the back
we gon’ leave these n-ggas where they at
stop dissin’, come spin
i’m smokin’ on mex, i’ma do it again
he ain’t dead then we spinnin’ again
hop out the v, tryna throw more than ten
oyk, n-ggas know what i’m on
see a opp and i bet i perform
we up, what the f-ck is a draw?
pop me a perc’, now i’m beatin’ her raw
spin through the 4’s, i ain’t shown’ remorse
tryna leave a n-gga on the floor
[verse 4: tts tana]
who want war?
enough of these n-ggas p-ssy, had enough of this sh-t
you ain’t fives, [?] then it’s clips
pull up with fives, choppas make ’em lit
i can’t trust her, she thottie, she sl!ck
i think she the line, she catchin’ six
i just popped me a perc’ in this b-tch
purge on the opps when i walk in this b-tch
like, f-ck it, say you smokin’ on who?
oh, we ’bout to see tonight
catch a body then i catch a flight
screaming, “ygz”, i’m takin’ your life
that’s a fact, don’t play ’cause you won’t make it back
b-tch n-gga should stay where he at
in the fives wit’ a [?] and makks (grrah)

[outro: tg crippy & tts tana]
grrah, gang
oh, we ’bout to see tonight (everything dead, grrah)
like what?
baow (baow-baow-baow)
ahh
gang, gang, gang

- tg crippy

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