CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Dead Opps*

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Hold on, pitch fork
Knife on front that cutter take out three opps
He a gang baby
Ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In hell like I'm satan chasing after money
Stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under it come out we switching up locations

Kill that pu**y b*t*h and at his funeral a celebration
Talking out your top we catch you lacking leave you swerving lazy
Tap in with my youngin with that cutter he go crazy crazy
Demon baby think he was a child of satan
Maybe
I should put a bag on the whole team
How you feelin', n***a?
Go to the lot, cash out on a brand new machine
B*t*h n***a play then I'ma punch him down
Don't f**k round wit' me
Hundred rounds for your partner but your other partner deceased
4KTrey here wit' plenty killers murder how them n***as eat
He dead now he can't talk no more his brains is left in them streets
Hold on, pitch fork
Knife on front that cutter take out three opps
He a gang baby
Ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In hell like I'm satan chasing after money
Stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under it come out we switching up locations