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letra de talk to the dead - zotiyac

tell this b-tch quit callin’ my phone
boy i got a big ass glock in my jeans if he f-ck wit’ me just like my freestyle, off with his dome, off with his head
f-ck n-gga talkin’ ’bout some he “in his zone” now he all in the red
only talk with the led, f-ck all that yappin’ a n-gga get wacked he can talk to the dead
boy my n-ggas’ll shred
foe’nem shoot this b-tch up and then leave like a deadbeat
ain’t no callin’ no truce boy you in this sh-t waist deep
m-th-f-ck by the arm boy this sh-t in my waist reach
with a scope right in front of yo’ ass just like say cheese
ridin’ with the arp with 223’s in it make a b-tch n-gga take these
you know that b-tch don’t skatе, but she leavin’ with scr-ped knees
whеn i had scr-ped off the piece they tried to investigate me
lvpd pull me over we out shooting that video for “carmelo”
my brodie too real he tried takin’ the charge let ’em go they still took me to jail tho
and that’s when i still was on papers i coulda been out way quicker, i ain’t have no bail tho
and it ain’t nun’ good ’bout that sh-t, but i never read more books than i did in that cell tho
why a n-gga just sit in that b-tch, and you can look see the whole world through a small ass window?
man these n-ggas don’t really be on sh-t
and shout out my n-gga up in 5b beat up the co
i seen a f-ckboy get stretched for thinkin’ he deebo
the boy get stepped on, i be with them steppers like memo
score on a peon ass n-gga with the evo
now they tryna find ’em like the f-ckin’ remote
just find off white bottoms sitting in the street tho, with a bb simon belt wrapped ’round his throat
yeah these n-ggas be droppin’ the ball, i don’t choke, tell yo’ b-tch get my b-lls out her mouth she chokin’
(hook repeat)

- zotiyac

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