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lirik lagu grav3yardd – dys davinci

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[chorus]
pockets be full of them coffins, i don’t need n0body talking to me
notice this every so often, don’t really got friends, i ride with a team
i made me a plan and they stalked it, when i’m in my ends, i ride with a beam
don’t say that we nothing in common, i get a bag and you be out bad for weeks
got a new tag, just tore up the street, got a new mag, just load up the heat
b*tch, for that bag, i’m finna go creep, got enough gas to fill up the jeep
i don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see, b*tch
i don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see

[verse]
this ain’t the past, we out of your league
you gotta crash to get up with me
everything taxed on the fee
shawty got ass, i’m chewing her peach
don’t look at the bag, you doomed if you reach
no “saved by the bell” i’ll shoot if you screech
get buried in sand, like you on the beach
not one to test, ‘cause i gotta teach
don’t do what i can, i do what i please
i be on x and oxy all through the weekend, i should’ve signed with cash
i know if n*ggas is tweaking, i get the heat and shoota gon’ hide the stash
i heard that shawty was sneaking, not finna freak, ‘cause that b*tch gon’ give me a rash (ugh)
shawty a demon, she slurping up s*m*n from n*ggas that wanna turn you into ash
lot of y’all shot for p*ssy, get popped for p*ssy, get shot the way that you act
shorty gon’ rock yo’ hoodie, give top for cookie, she doing it all for halves
don’t even know the half, ain’t even dry for cash
she spend the bag then you do the math, she blew it on all the trap
i could send the ho outside, have her sitting with a scope
counting cake up on the rise, n*ggas never gave me hope
that boy telling on the guys, we can’t play the sh*t he wrote
we gon’ play the sh*t that that he know
ain’t no way to save the hero
[chorus]
pockets be full of them coffins, i don’t need n0body talking to me
notice this every so often, don’t really got friends, i ride with a team
i made me a plan and they stalked it, when i’m in my ends, i ride with a beam
don’t say that we nothing in common, i get a bag and you be out bad for weeks
got a new tag, just tore up the street, got a new mag, just load up the heat
b*tch, for that bag, i’m finna go creep, got enough gas to fill up the jeep
i don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see, b*tch
i don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see

[outro]
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