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letra de gravedigger - xantana

i’m a grave digger i’m riding in a he-rs-
i can k!ll you sober, but i popped two f-ckin’ percs
i drink some f-ckin’ blood to quench my f-ckin’ thirst
b-tch i do too many drugs, yeah, i’m livin’ like a curse
if this n-gga talk brodie put him in the dirt
six feet under
yeah
and his sister wear a shirt
with his face on the front lemme get up in her skirt
nut in the b-tch’s mouth
now she slippin’ in her squirt

shooter man shooter man
imma k!ll you first
or should i stab your n-gga that f-ckin’ works
as long as i get to k!ll b-tch i don’t need no nurse
i’m a crazy ass n-gga and i got a f-ckin’ smirk
too pretty of a b-tch so i put her on a perc
talk to the devil think a n-gga out there worse
nah
imma demon
she suck the s-m-n
b-tch imma heathen
talk to the devil n-gga i see him every weekend
he asked why i k!lled that n-gga i don’t have a reason
k!lled him eat his body and i don’t forget the season
and if you try to play me n-gga you swimming in the deep end
they ask who f-ckin’ x yeah n-gga imma beacon
the last b-tch that played me i left her f-ckin’ beaten
and if a n-gga run up imma turn your ass deletion
and if a n-gga snake imma k!ll your ass for treason
yeah imma k!ll your ass for treason
i don’t need no n-gga out her mother f-ckin’ screaming
machine gun to his face now he mother f-ckin’ leakin’
all i f-cking know you gon die if you keep speaking
yeah you gon die if you keep speaking

you say my name is x
and when i’m f-ckin’ stressed
she lemme rub on her mother f-ckin’ br–sts
and lemme f-ckin’ test
if this gun is f-ckin’ blessed
yeah
it shoots the best
better wear your f-ckin’ vest
yeah
she says x babe you do it the f-ckin’ best
i pulled up to her crib yeah you know the f-ckin’ rest
want some drugs baby come here come invest
if you want a f-ckin’ line, baby say it with your chest

- xantana

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