Corrección Letra DontTellMomTheBabySittersDead par Eddy Baker

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Airblade

Backed in, get back
Insane, pack out
Packin', get actin', get packed out
Back down, pass out
Bones be blacked out
Snuck my snub nose, passed the pat down
Before I act out, I need the dope
Before I lash out, I need to know
Picking up my pistol, flip a riddle
Then I dirty blow

Riding in the motherf**king drop top
Chevy, Imma pedal to the metal
I'ma go like Petty
.45 with a .50
Big trunk got me heavy
Two shots, now he on the stairway to heaven
Pop pop, buck shot
b*t*h shut the f**k up
If you live to tell, b*t*h you done lucked up
I'm the living hell and I know that's f**kеd up
Brain in a cell, if they call, I'm locked up
Bad to thе bone, bone
Heart made of chrome, chrome
Ice in the chain got my blood running cold, cold
Looking at my catalog
Face on my lone, lone
Looking at the world like it's all your fault, fault
Hundred K flow, put em up in a vault
Nobody know what SESH be about
Only thing right with the world is us
No pass, just puff on the O's in my lungs

HealthySESH

Big ass blunt, light it up while I'm swerving
Dirty ass mouth, wash my words down with bourbon
b*t*h I don't rap, every verse is a sermon
My shooters some n***as that be burning down churches
Swear you all tough but we know you just actin
All I get is big love, b*t*h I moved past it
Luger or the .40 Glock, still not lacking
Left him all bloody then I threw his ass a napkin
Mess with my reality, yeah I'm fully focused b*t*h
Stuntin round town, getting knowledge from my older chick
All up on my d**k, cause it's longer than a ruler is
I didn't go to college I was hanging with the hooligans
Give no f**ks, n***as know we made it cool again
Ice around my neck, colder than a cooler is
Lock up in the spot with the gang, like a blizzard hit
f**k a industry, I ain't trynna be censored b*t*h
Built fast, life, thank god that I'm living it
Two girls with me I feel like John Ritter did
f**king on swell I don't know where the sitter is
I'm not well I'm a menace like Dennis is
Real start b*t*h, light a blunt, then I go to rock
Every song hit, like a bomb dropped in Iraq
I don't follow rules, b*t*h I do what I f**king want
All around the globe and it won't never ever stop

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