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letra de drippy ooters - yagi b

[intro: yagi b]
grrah-grrah (ayo’ eli what the f-ck)
its yagi b lil b-tch grrah-grrah (like what)

[verse 2: yagi b]
still bendin’ and spazzin’ , we see a gzz gotta’ clap ’em
f-ck all of them n-ggas’ in caskets
the f-ck you gon’ do when i hop out the truck
masked up ski’d up call me yagi assassin
and b-tch we the drippiest shooters
these n-ggas talkin’ bout guns but, they never gon’ use ’em
rah got shot in the head and he died
he got shot in his legs now that n-gga can’t use ’em
mex went bye in the benz, couldn’t say bye to his friends
[verse 2: mhady2hottie]
(like grahh-grahh) f-ck rah n-gga died ina whip
ek did bad he got shot by b-tch
they keep tеlling me chill im like f-ck that sh-t
like run up on mе ima’ dump that sh-t
no, she can’t get that can’t the addy can’t trust that b-tch
(no she can’t get the addy like no like’ look)
oh he thinks sh-t sweet
ima creep, ima spin thru that block 7 days of the week
think he hot he get hit with the heat
i’m wit yagi don’t forget the b
walk down gang when we hop out that v
oh’ he tough? lemme see, f-ck all the politicking we can link
i got 64 shots, i’m lookin’ for a g
grahh-grahh ask who i smoke (rahhhh)
he got shot in his chest oh nah’

[verse 3: set da trend]
hollow tips hit ’em what him multiply
im on that sh-t been on that timin’
been smoking lotti had to remind em
catch me a jiggy, i call up that dyk- that go dumb
she gon pop out the cut make em run
i can’t wait till i run into goon ima’ pop em like yellow
let of seven just like melo
we not smokin’ block we smokin rah
its a so many shots that they done got with em
i ain’t chris ima will smith em’
and we still smoking [?] sister
pick up a gun why the f-ck you still dissin
catch a jet from the fourth and im leaving him missing
[outro: yagi b]
still bendin’ and spazzin’ , we see a gzz gotta’ clap ’em
f-ck all of them n-ggas’ in caskets
the f-ck you gon’ do when i hop out the truck
masked up ski’d up call me yagi assassin
and b-tch we the drippiest shooters
these n-ggas talkin’ bout guns but, they never gon’ use ’em
rah got shot in the head and he died
he got shot in his legs now that n-gga can’t use ’em

- yagi b

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