CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Dying Slow
Being gone, I’m thinking ’bout it, got my mind blown
I hope my son gon’ lift me up until I’m dying slow
I be strapped up with my blicky, don’t nobody know
Know my killa got my back, and that’s upon my soul
I don’t need you by my side, I put trust in my pole
Me and brodie [?], we was trading clothes
n***a don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you f**king wrong
Since you think you gangster n***a
Take one to the f**king dome
If you play I get ’em gone
n***as hate my money long
Pull up on the opp block
Pull up in a [?]
Hop out, up drop
Hop out up drop, I can get to pop up
I can’t show no love to the hoe ’cause she a thot thot
bop bop
top now
he dropped some
30 rounds up in this blick
I better not catch an opp out
n***as steady talkin’ sh*t
I catch ’em [?]
I hope my son gon’ lift me up until I’m dying slow
I be strapped up with my blicky, don’t nobody know
Know my killa got my back, and that’s upon my soul
I don’t need you by my side, I put trust in my pole
Me and brodie [?], we was trading clothes
n***a don’t know what I’m on
Brodie know I’m riding
Is you right or you f**king wrong
Since you think you gangster n***a
Take one to the f**king dome
If you play I get ’em gone
n***as hate my money long
Pull up on the opp block
Pull up in a [?]
Hop out, up drop
Hop out up drop, I can get to pop up
I can’t show no love to the hoe ’cause she a thot thot
bop bop
top now
he dropped some
30 rounds up in this blick
I better not catch an opp out
n***as steady talkin’ sh*t
I catch ’em [?]
