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letra de u not in heaven - zotiyac

bilbo

[chorus]
catch him, fetch him
do not contest him, eat 20 shots but he do not digest ’em
we go to court but we do not confess him

[verse 1]
b-tch you not opressin’, you know you f-cked up when you drawed a weapon
shot is a test, he died with the medics
think this sh-t is sweet? you not in heaven, yet
an ap-9 a better tec
slide on that boy like tech deck
wet his neck, he hit the deck
i hit the wood then forget
and then i jet, not in a jet but maybe jag or in a vet
i been a vet if he an animal i need to introspect
got a bing in this b-tch like star wars
walk with that dog like a nina on all fours
catch him in traffic and open his car door, that’ll make a f-ck n-gga scream like scarlxrd
slidin’ like parkour, we can get up like a wall jump my n-ggas all dump
and my n-ggas all dumb it ain’t just artists with me but somebody gon’ draw sum
foe nick on me like 20 cents
give a n-gga 50 like many men
big ass drum that cannon nick
light a n-gga up like cannabis
hit a n-gga up, him and his crib
bear arms but we don’t hand him sh-t
leave that boy stiff like mannequin, cut off his tongue yo’ man a l!ck
i like the red beam but the green farther
when my sh-t finna blow i don’t mean harbor
he bigger so he think he harder
til’ i pull out the cut like king arthur
all bald heads in the clip, steve harvey
dead presidents on me no jim carter
f-ck the law kick that dog-like i like garter
pull up shootin’ sh-t like white water
let a n-gga try me like i’m white collar
and the police gon’ id you like collar
i’ma come to yo’ crib with the sh-t draw quick, triple six k!ll yo’ b-tch like the nightstalker
ricky round, talkin’ crazy on the net we ricky him
bl-bl!cky him, ain’t got his ass shot yet we gon’ iggy him
[chorus]
catch him, fetch him
do not contest him, eat 20 shots but he do not digest ’em
we go to court but we do not confess him

[verse 2]
ay, catch him, like beckam
walkin’ around with that dog tryna fetch him
n-ggas out here throwin’ salt like [?]
n-gga it ain’t no love in these streets, better check him
latex gloves on me finna stretch him
i got two triggers, a right and a left one
wonder what happen to you when i press ’em
he gone, n-gga we left him
hit like a bong, got smoked in a bedroom
f-ckin’ with me gon’ and end in a red room
he not in heaven yet, he’ll be dead soon

bilbo

- zotiyac

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