Corrección Letra Price on my head? par Lil Duke

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Letra

Chorus 1
Real killers move in silent
Got a bad b*t*h like a barbie
Heard the opps outside
So we going shoot they party
Put a b***on and a beam on the Glock
Like its a moppy
If he run up on me promise you
Im going get it started
Dar you got to move silent
Theres a price on your head
Tell the opps im outside pu**y n***a im not scared
If he speaking on my name promise you i leave him dead
And if his a** get up again we spin again and hit his head

His a** up in the sky make his b*t*h going to say bye bye
F**king on his b*t*h she taking d**k n u know she could ride
I want all them n***as gone we spin again n leave them  dead
We kill that n***a chop him up n feed him to a bear
We got Glocks ak n guns we tryna shot them all
Ima wicked n***a no nardo but im tryna chop them all
All theses bullets hit his spleen n his spin it   made him tall
Thinking he a Gangster all that capping that sh*t left  him gone
We got molly percs n lean we pay your rent if u let us trap
And that pu**y n***a dead and his a** turned into a pack
His a** became a birdie cause his b*t*h a** started flying
All theses n***as pu**y for real cause they always lying
Hollow tips f**k up his face you try to run then
Its a case
M19 gon hit him up we turned his b*t*h a**  a case
She an't no wifey type but right now she going be my bae
My birthday is coming up tell her a**  give me her cake

Chorus 2

Real killers move in silent
Got a bad b*t*h like a barbie
Heard the opps outside
So we going shoot they party
Put a b***on and a beam on the Glock
Like its a moppy
If he run up on me promise you
Im going get it started
Dar you got to move slient
Theres a price on your head
Tell the opps im outside pu**y n***a im not scared
If he speaking on my name promise you i leave him dead
And if his a** get up again we spin again and hit his head

If we spin again we want him dead
Put that n***a in a bed
We hit his legs we hit his dreads
F**k yall n***as yall heard what i said
We getting this money we getting this bread
We shooting this n***a until we see red
We hoping out bushes we hit his head
We shooting this Glock the bullets gon spread
We got draks bullets n ak shoot u in your face
Pop u in your bae
Your a** gon die today for speaking on my name
Shooting 3's like dame
They think today is the day to play
Like im klay this an't no 2k
Pull up to your block we chopping off k's
We giving out fades
Make your a** my b*t*h make your a** my slave
Police on my a** they tryna race
Doing the dash like tay k
He snitch9 no treyway
We spot the opps its payday
If gang seen him im on my way
Shoot him 5 times he gon lay

Chorus 3
Real killers move in silent
Got a bad b*t*h like a barbie
Heard the opps outside
So we going shoot they party
Put a b***on and a beam on the Glock
Like its a moppy
If he run up on me promise you
Im going get it started
Dar you got to move slient
Theres a price on your head
Tell the opps im outside pu**y n***a im not scared
If he speaking on my name promise you i leave him dead
And if his a** get up again we spin again and hit his head

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