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letra de they run - tuz dough

[chorus: edai]
leave you six feet deep in a casket
don’t run ’cause i’m gon’ score the basket
they run, they run, they run, they run
i throw more bullets then madden
how many opps got they ass whipped
we spin on the opps. no relaxing
they run, they run, they run, they run
your mans been dead, stop cappin’
leave you six feet deep in a casket
don’t run ’cause i’m gon’ score the basket
they run, they run, they run, they run
i throw more bullets then madden
how many opps got they ass whipped
wе spin on the opps. no relaxing
they run, thеy run, they run, they run
your mans been dead, stop cappin’

[verse: dthang]
and most of these n-ggas be ass, and they block ain’t be on sh-t
how can ya’ll spin?
got a gun wit’ no clip
i told t-dot to aim for his facial
she like, “dthang, why the whole world hate you,” like
tell yus gz, he might rape you, like
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
i told my n-ggas we gon’ take that trip
two poles, and a fully loaded clip
i told [?] to bend through
who did ya’ll touch, for woo we trust
we gon’ keep it simple
throw up a o, we aim for his temple
n-ggas fold when they change like the weather
.380, leave ’em light like a feather
i told lotti wit’ the perc’s and the metal
free all the guys, man, i told them get their head up
shoot through the coat or the sweater, do the dash
120, tell ’em “catch up,” like
i told t-dot to stretch that n-gga, better catch that n-gga
shoot from neck up n-gga, like
four poles, rpt in the prada
they playin’ the opps, so [?], i feel sorry
shorty a thot, she hot like peppers
throw up the g’z and her p-ssy get wetter
she know i’ma dog
like what, like what, like what, huh
dthang shepherd
[chorus: edai]
leave you six feet deep in a casket
don’t run ’cause i’m gon’ score the basket
they run, they run, they run, they run
i throw more bullets then madden
how many opps got they ass whipped
we spin on the opps. no relaxing
they run, they run, they run, they run
your mans been dead, stop cappin’
leave you six feet deep in a casket
don’t run ’cause i’m gon’ score the basket
they run, they run, they run, they run
i throw more bullets then madden
how many opps got they ass whipped
we spin on the opps. no relaxing
they run, they run, they run, they run
your mans been dead, stop cappin’

[verse 2: tuz dough]
opps on d-ck, like drop some
airin’ too much, left that boy wit’ a hot one
disrespect bro, our whole block come
we [?] got guns
[?] the police, they ain’t never gon’ stop nun
so f-ck if the cops come
we hear them shots, then we back out
we do not run
no punches, i’m pressin’ wit’ [?]
f-ck [?], my n-ggas behind ’em
rip slime, got a hunnid to line ’em
n-ggas be snitchin’, got b-tches to line ’em
who got the yerkies, man, i’m tryna find ’em
fto really on timin’
2020, still promotin’ the violence
don’t think it’s sweat ’cause i’m rhyming
we throw them shots, bring the sirens
keep walkin’
they tryna ask how i put this together man, this sh-t just be talkin’
g’z got ’em mad, hatin’
hammers be smackin’ the back of the sh-lls
ain’t doin’ no construction, no gas station
i’m in the lab, cookin’ from the bronx
we’ll shoot cars, stomp, and i’ll stab brooklyn
’til they lil’ deads have a ass whoopin’
spinnin’ like we tryna get around
bro drop the top, do a hit wit’ the ceiling down
too a official to feel a clown
all my young n-ggas k!llin’ now
thought they was shiggy, they ready and willin’ now
come too close you gon’ feel the pound
listen
this t-doe
100% pure gzzly
left the fienes sayin’ they need me
catch a broad day p’d
can’t find you, we gon’ get close to you
nothin’ like [?]
head-tap, tappin’ no sweetie
i ain’t just rappin’, you don’t gotta believe me
i was outside, bibees, pellets, bb’s, boy take it easy
if i do what i want to do then it’s gon’ be, “free me”
i heard that boy tryna be me
i’m on worst time, f-ck [?]
[?]
gmf get it the fast way
this ain’t no eminem, [?]
[?], leave n-ggas leakin’
they keep pointin’ me out on the [?], but i still keep it
[verse 3: t-mac]
they don’t want me to hop out the v’
[?] start sparkin’, ain’t no shootin’ from deep
i’m wit’ stunna, you know he a creep
post by his crib, you know we rock ’em to sleep
bullets stuck on these opp ass n-ggas
when they got hit, they ain’t flock ass n-ggas
i’m wit’ flock and you know he on go
lotti wit’ me and he fienin’ to blow
call my drilly’s then you know it’s a show
[?]
don’t run, like, smelly get poked
i could get left like tank, caught a shot to the throat
[?], she fienin’ to tote
don’t do the f-nny so it’s up in her coat
gang
don’t do the f-nny so it’s up in her coat

[chorus: edai]
leave you six feet deep in a casket
don’t run ’cause i’m gon’ score the basket
they run, they run, they run, they run
i throw more bullets then madden
how many opps got they ass whipped
we spin on the opps. no relaxing
they run, they run, they run, they run
your mans been dead, stop cappin’
leave you six feet deep in a casket
don’t run ’cause i’m gon’ score the basket
they run, they run, they run, they run
i throw more bullets then madden
how many opps got they ass whipped
we spin on the opps. no relaxing
they run, they run, they run, they run
your mans been dead, stop cappin’

- tuz dough

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