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letra de sinners - viggy montana

(hook)

i know some n-ggas who drilling
i know some n-ggas who drill for a living
do what you want, you could die on the mission
don’t sell your soul trying to join the militia

raised by some robbers and k!llers
now i’m surrounded by heathens and sinners
i ain’t complaining ’cause these are my n-ggas
came from the bottom, we only get bigger

(verse 1)

i keep my head down and work on the beats
chanel bandana, it’s cluttered with c’s
all of my stripes are coming in threes
i’m in the trap, still smoking on trees
honestly this sh-t ain’t easy
codeine got your girl acting beasty
i’m on the pc, she trying to pleasе me
beke lе beke, vici le vici
i’m the type to get it then stack it up
blue and pink madibas, i can’t get enough
yeah i stand on my word, i could back it up
get the brick from the plug then i break it up
call up the gang and we bag it up
see these n-ggas online, they be acting tough
in reality, we got the power
i lost my soulmate, i’m better without her
(hook)

i know some n-ggas who drilling
i know some n-ggas who drill for a living
do what you want, you could die on the mission
don’t sell your soul trying to join the militia

raised by some robbers and k!llers
now i’m surrounded by heathens and sinners
i ain’t complaining ’cause these are my n-ggas
came from the bottom, we only get bigger

(verse 2)

this is a fatal attraction
stick with the meds ’cause the pain everlasting
i grip on a stick like it’s magic
i’m way too familiar with tragic sights
reaching alladin heights, all it took was a sacrifice
i don’t do this for bragging rights
i’m a demon, don’t look in my eyes
we on the phone, speaking in code, thought it was french
full of myself? i barely flex
how could i when i came up in the trench
up from the bottom, it took some finesse
it took some blood, tears and sweat
ain’t looking back, who the f-ck is my ex
if i hit it once, i ain’t hitting again
(hook)

i know some n-ggas who drilling
i know some n-ggas who drill for a living
do what you want, you could die on the mission
don’t sell your soul trying to join the militia

raised by some robbers and k!llers
now i’m surrounded by heathens and sinners
i ain’t complaining ’cause these are my n-ggas
came from the bottom, we only get bigger

- viggy montana

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