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letra de gravedigger - yung-rare

[verse 1: yung-rare]
kick it up
clutch is stickin’ up
f-ckin’ shift into ignition, bruh
f-ck transmission up
k!ll the witness
shake the witness up
big f-ckin’ wheels on the truck, cold steel in the trunk
we ain’t gotta shoot sh-t
lil’ b-tch, you get run over
what the f-ck made you n-ggas think that you couldn’t get done over?
‘cuz no offense, b-tch
you look like an assh0l-
i-i went from the ‘burbs, to the trap, and then back hoe
now i got more sticks than i could mothaf-ckin’ ask for
feels like a nicotine itch, no patch can fix
like a scratch you can’t scritch, or a scab you can’t pick boy
trigger finger twitch
had to lay a couple dead n-ggas in a ditch
and that’s some regular sh-t

[chorus: yung-rare & undead papi]
need somebody stretched? (where’s the mop?)
we can get ‘еm for ya (roll ’em up)
need somebody dead? (takе his legs)
we can hit ‘em for ya (we gon’ get that n-gga)
yeah
i’m the gravedigger
i can’t dig any faster (hype me up!)
i can’t dig any faster
[verse 2: undead papi]
grave digger
woulda thought i’m whippin’ a stolie
but this a monster truck
grave digger
it ain’t really ‘nun for me to get you touched
big tipper
milwaukee sh-t
i make that thing, shake it’s b-tt (big tipper)
like ya’ sister, she a busser, d-ck got her actin’ up
take a picture, as soon as i glaze her face up with my nut
post that on twitter, tag yo’ stupid ass up onnat, bruh (b-tch)
left on delivered when i asked you drop that ‘lo, huh? (drop that lo)
knock on tha’ door
blitzem like i witnessed jehovah (f-ck ‘em up!)
snow and liquor
out tha’ window, bl!ck ‘em
his folks finna miss ‘em
spin tha’ block like twister
make sure he not twitchin’
leave yo’ body stiffen, forty smithen’
take yo’ top off like you strippin’
i go ‘doley on a mission
dragons breath my ammunition
make life hard for ‘dem morticians
aim assist got mad precision
long distance, 50 incision
red dot rudolph, ima’ blitz ‘em
snub nose leave 6 holes up in ‘em
drop 30, ain’t talkin’ jiggas
talm ‘bout stendos and ‘dem switches
me and rare out here grave digging, uh
[chorus: yung-rare & undead papi]
need somebody stretched? (you need ’em stretched?)
we can get ‘em for ya (we on it)
need somebody dead? (need ’em dead?)
we can hit ‘em for ya
(it’s up, it’s stuck, it’s up, it’s stuck)
yeah
i’m the gravedigger
i can’t dig any faster (dig ’em up)
i can’t dig any faster
need somebody stretched? (what’s the word?)
we can get ‘em for ya (yeah)
need somebody dead?
we can hit ‘em for ya (hit ’em up)
yeah (you already know what goin’ on b-tch)
i’m the gravedigger
i can’t dig any faster
i can’t dig any faster

- yung rare

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