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g shep - death row lyrics

[intro: leslie ndemanu]
copy colonel, ay
i can confirm, the enemy has been taken down

[chorus: g shep]
death row
death tone
all these b+tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul+de+sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f+cking trap
death row
death tone
all these b+tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul+de+sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f+cking trap
[verse 1: g shep]
yooo sh+t i didn’t do
sh+t’s scary f+cking boo
jump scared a federal crime
to me is a spoof
f+cking breaking through a roof
shooting from the back likе booth
robbing all they sh+t like shoes
than i еxit like i moved
i be f+cking and ducking and dunking all cus a run in, with motherf+ckers glasses on mclovin, finna yap about a dozen
hold up my cuzin imma break em down
finna clean up they asses with a knife and a towel
did i do it wow, stop judging you fat cow
go back to live in the south, show em what we talk about
do i tolerate sleuths? nah i f+cking hate you’ s. i wanna smack you and rap to my murder tape that stars you
here’s the assisting felon that helped me go fake spoofs. let em explain all this sh+t like he wearing hey dudes

[verse 2: leslie ndemanu]
you a good person but i hate you
i feel like kanye cuz i hate
i bought the the lingerie, she bought the vape
the f+ck you think i was gon say?
some racist sh+t, n+ggas talking, still shopping at payless b+tch
don’t need a birthday cake i got them bands
cautious i do this often aim at ya mans
stop calling, steady stalkin, my hoe mane
crash dummies, they gon wanna run up
if i tell them, they gon shoot until the sun up
talk about me, they ain’t keepin it 100
[chorus: g shep]
death row
death tone
all these b+tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul+de+sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f+cking trap
death row
death tone
all these b+tches whack
rep thrown
checked clothes
i ain’t hitching back
running cul+de+sacs
fun even front to back
journey’s over now
how am i a f+cking trap

[verse 3: g shep]
i’m the reason why you don’t get on nerves
ticked off maybe once and gun go off with no perms
all of these opps, they just a bunch of nerds
they only give a sh+t as long as they’re involved like jerks
a missing person or more it doesn’t hurt
maybe you should give it a try cause it sure f+cking works
if not get better at your flirts, show they get no b+tches even if they burn
they go up to me and they got fake blood
saying they got hurt and i’m like wait what
i didn’t ask and i’m pretty sure they’re hugged
it doesn’t hurt them so they should just stay lucked
my ass cooked sh+t’s potluck
i know i should’ve been booked got got f+ck
i’m still a rookie and my sh+t hot but, can you really expect some more from someone who fought c+nts
like d+mn forget about it
we just let it loud and when the time goes out we take a route and
put the bad things behind me
don’t let them b+tches say that they be fighting
behind me, behind me, behind me
yo yo ay
[outro: g shep]
we’re dead
we’re dead
we’re dead
we bled
we fled
we painted red
now we go off with no cred

- g shep lyrics

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