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letra de dead masses - yung $lave (rapper)

[intro: tommy wright iii, gangsta blac]
me and my partner tiptoe
me and my partner tiptoe
me and my partner tiptoe
partner tiptoe, partner tiptoe

triple six (7x)
smoked out

[hook: tommy wright iii]
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side

[verse 1: grote$que]
i be slowly fryin’ my brains
just gettin’ high to pass the time
i’m a dead m-th-f-cka, only got yourself in life

everybody dies alone, everybody is a clone
of the reaper always seekin’ out
the death of what’s to come

nevertheless i never try to rid myself of all this hate
cuz when i do death will come soon and it will be too f-cking late
desensitized by all these lies, i think i might just f-ckin’ die
brainwashin’ the masses i fill up the glasses with liquor
i’m sick of technology’s evil classes

[hook: tommy wright iii}
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side
me and my partner tiptoe ’bout to do a homicide
crankin’ up the ride, finna go out on the east side

[verse 2: yung $lave]
ya n-ggas be gettin’ a split in they wig
i’ll show u their corpses it’s no f-ckin’ trick
they homies be sippin on henny
commemorate b-tch ass n-ggas who be actin real big

i’m spreadin this fear, whenever i’m near
don’t ask me dumb questions when friends disappear
start sheddin’ these tears over bloodstained air’s
when i send you pictures of him tied to a chair

die n-gga, die n-gga, die n-gga, die
i’m coming at you with the f-cking 98 carabine
it’s not revenge tho, it’s just pastime
for a bored n-gga with a diluted mind

even s-x never made me feel better
i’m on an endeavor to find someone closer to me
keep k!llin’ it’s so f-ckin’ thrillin’
these n-ggas get chillins knowin’ how short they life will be

[outro: gangsta blac]

triple six (7x)
smoked out

- yung lave rapper

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