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letra de die hard - thornboys

[intro: knarly zero]
f-ck sh-t up
we gon’ f-ck sh-t up
think she’s in for luck
cause she came to f-ck
made my shirt untucked
got my zipper stuck
snorting up white stuff
tablets end up crushed

[hook: knarly zero]
golden city, black skies (yeah!)
pop the crackers for the high
said she hangin’ out with k!llers
now she wanna come and ride (skrrt skrrt)
have you ever felt alive?
baby don’t you tell a lie (alright)
in the moment of the rage (yeah!)
knarly gang, we never change

[verse: knarly zero]
i took a change for the money, i got me a honey, i did it with ease
now that i’m raging with fans, and working for bands, i do what i please
thought i was down, the flu came around, but i really made enemies
y’all make me sick, please get off my d-ck, you sucking the sh-t like a leach
i dug all the way to the bottom to rage on the throne, and burn in a blaze
if you can’t get lit at the party, i hope that you get taken out of the maze
if we start a riot, don’t go to the cops, just blame everything on the craze
rip flame, cause smoke; r.i.p., pop smoke
[verse 2; justvalentino]
big ol glock on my hip, some midwestern type sh-t
you feeling lucky, punk—call me dirty harry’s, why my sh-t stay always glaring
sometimes money’s overbearing
or maybe i’m just overcaring about you fake hoes
always speaking on my name and—on the f-cking low low
what you even f-cking saying, man? how it feel to be broke?
know you a joke—how it feel to be alive, psych
i aim in with my f-cking scope to take your last breath
always stay stunting—know i’m best dressed
man i’m way up, yeah i feel blessed
hit my block up, end up in some bits and pieces
let off a few shots and people start screaming
chain on your neck, make you target practice
i record your death and show your bros, they like, “what’s this?”
shoot so many times, now my clip empty
ask me where i’m from i say el diablo sent me
till i shoot you with a full semi
why you acting foolish
acting all cool sh-t
but we all know, you’re just a b-tch
heard you speaking on your crew, that makes you a snitch
a coward, a fake kid
heard you selling out, heard you take bids
not leaving till my clip empty
know i take hits
and you know who i am
that makes you a witness
here, take this

- thornboys

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