Corrección Letra Quarantin Tales 2 par Tsu Surf

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Nothin' like knowin' them killers lurkin', we been cautious
???, nearly lost him
We been in them trenches playin' office
Stash box every shark and won't forget about drinkin' up out that faucet
How we 20 doin' 20? Made me nauseous
His heart froze, he almost died before
We been slidin' more and tryna find 'em more
Every skeleton in my closet was alive before
I'm traumatized, I don't regret it, we don't apologize
Percocets to try and ease these homocides
It's up, it's time to play again
Stumble on his words, he tryna pray again
Watch out for them suckers in your circle, how he make it in?
It's spooky, you'll probably say I changed if you knew me
Be sendin' goonies, goin' at it out his movie
Catch a body for the gangbang, money, power, toolies
Never told
Had to take his lawyer money to his umi
Still be spittin' for the killers in the trap
They feel it when I rap
Couldn't get my nigga back, so we gon' spin and get some tax
Spinnin' with my sharks around, hammerheads and makos
Ten bands a feature, bought a crate full of Dracos
Out before my mama finish cookin', fuck them Eggos
30 straight to VVS's, 80 in the safe, though
I could go any day, though
I only trust my nana and this fuego
How they switch up and tell me that I changed, though?
It's nothin' like your bitch
It's nothin' like findin' out he a snitch or you catchin' him out of bounds 'cause it's lit
We make lines, you never overstep it
Hope we catch him, next new piece might go baguette him
Bought the shooters just to keep it copacetic
Thought they cut his sentence shorter so we said it
Life is short, but so what? Death is
You ain't did the job 'til you know he breathless
Me and the gobblers know it's gang, we only got us
Gettin' head while tryna sort out all my problems
The heavenly father
Nothin' like knowin' the shooter breathin'
With my demons, call me if you see him
Locked my youngest dog, he in the kennel, still screamin', "Free him"
???, throw a celebration once we G.O.D him
Bitch, I'm out of state, these shoes European
Scary? Very
We gotta tamper with the witness if it's necessary
All this goonie shit, this here hereditary
Hustle startin' February, endin' February, gang never worried
Heard the opps is doin' great, be better buried
Chopper get the bangin', make a picture where we slide up
Up a couple bodies, why they think we tied up?
Candles and balloons, ??? where the blood dried up
All these bitches liars, how I'm supposed to make my mind up?
Nothin' like it

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