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conejo - roll deep dog lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i’m taking this exclusive shit
to a whole another level
i got venom from the ink
up in this m-th-rf-cker
k!lling this shit with me
whats up conejo
you know
7 on the run
and still smashed on the whole punk -ss industry
that’s right homie handle
let’s go

[verse 1: conejo]
i roll deep as f-ck
car shows and clubs
and all my lil homies
got them tray 8 snubbs
and all them o.g.s
nothing less than a 9
you could come out loosing
ese loose your life
i ain’t lying
but we came to drink
and pick up on some b-tches
i’ve been wanting to stick
you know the flip
whether ice or whipped
i’m a run up in the spot
like a f-cken pimp
your lady stripped
trying to get my attention
the b-tch shot out
so i gave her detention
her fat -ss friend
her baby’s daddy showed up
with 7 of his boys
in a gmc truck
i 47’d that up
i ain’t with that noise
a jealous m-th-f-cker
wanna raise his voice
i sent him home
with the casket closed
his frame decomposed
from the lead imposed

[hook]
i roll deep dog
so get out of my way
before them k!llers let loose
from them f-cken ak’s
no other way
you better do as i say
or find your -ss got
in the city of graves
i roll deep dog
so get out of my way
before them k!llers let loose
from them f-cken ak’s
no other way
you better do as i say
or find your -ss got
in the city of graves

[verse 2: venom]
gangsters roll deep
like surenos on the yard
ese gotta pack heat
for enemies who act hard
been a soldier for the h
ever since i was young
a soldier of hate
with the barrel of my gun
insignificant others
why even f-cken bother
when venom’s on the mic
don’t you cry for your mother
did i studder?
leave your -ss in the gutter
ak going off
like a m-th-f-cken drummer
estamos listos
and off the perico
masacres going down
when i rolls with my people
bien dicho
ya de muerto que miedo
cause en el campo santo
tu espirito ciego
either way
crime waves don’t decay
with heroin in my veins
ese never got straight
just crooked
so f-ck the l.a.p.d
and all them ice agents
trying to get with me

[verse 3: conejo]
down here
its penitentiary trips
come back after 5
its the same ol’ shit
the corner store
on the 1st of the month
got the lil homies serving
to all of them clucks
you never know
with them blood clot snitches
dog hating on a player
with the fly -ss b-tches
i ain’t tripping
i’m with all of my troops
i keep the cigarillo filled
with exotic kush
the 50 caliber eagle
is tailor made
one shot to your dome
could lead to a raid
on my g shit
cause homie i done it
bounce back from a lose
like m-th-f-cker i run it
with the business
of burring coffins
wars over meth
with the cartel bosses
i suggest
that you abort that mission
rolling deep with the homies
caravans is dipping

[bridge: conejo & venom]
did i studder?
ak going off
like a m-th-f-cken drummer
did i studder?
ak going off
like a m-th-f-cken drummer
did i studder?
ak going off
like a m-th-f-cken drummer
did i studder?
ak going off
like a m-th-f-cken drummer

[outro]
it’s like this homie
all around the world
they know about that
hps muerto fin drug cartel
k!lling m-th-f-ckers
making money
all day everyday
arigato

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