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lirik lagu gangster relief – stomper

[verse 1: chino grande]
every b*tch i came across over 30 and sh*t
but i’m sure they came across the dirtiest d*ck
i got b*tches in new york ready to jump my bones
these b*tch boys never think i’m gonna catch em though
a new hyna so fine, with a ass so fly
i got a box full of sh*lls and i’m still outside
i will bail with a drill and leave you drenched in blood
a ski*mask in all black with some matching gloves
i’m just a south east legend, from the dub one three
matter of fact baby boy i’m just a certified g
with hot sh*lls that i bring
guaranteed to leave a sting
i’ll rip the flesh off your face
with an ar*15 like [?]
causе when this sh*t just crack
these hoеs gon blame me
around here we don’t correspond too lightly
matter of fact i heard these m*th*f*cking feds indicting like uh

[verse 2: lil minor]
oh ahh i’m f*cking with the light
take a puff hold it in
bucking glocks at a cop
we be setting up shop
on them neighborhood street corners
my con funk technician slash dope boy stage performer
ain’t no need to fake the funk
homie you don’t wanna
i’ll catch ya slipping when you least expect it
you’s a goner
bagging fat sacks of glass and i weigh it out
i’m catching [?], got em hooked like a rainbow trout
about clocking paper even on a rainy day
get it while you can, homie we bound to die anyway
sign my soul on the dotted line
if i ain’t clocking royalties
i gotta blast for mine
with a mini snort teen and a plastic nine
extra clips in my pocket cause i smash when i’m on the grind
and you could bet when i rep and i gain respect
i got that one hitter quitter homie
p town connect
[verse 3: stomper]
well it’s like once upon a time, in the land of the sick
i was a crazy little homie, always starting some sh*t
representing the cl!ck, no time for playing no games
i hung with k!llers, drug dealers
no love for cowards and lames
born to bang, my only mission was to make me a name
catch me a punk rat vieja, homie blow out his brains
back in the days, my crazy ways they got me locked in a cage
sh*t i was burning in flames, living my life in a rage
front page i seen my face, now i’m wanted for murder
on the run murder one, you know i’m packing my burner
by the time i was 16, i had them infrared beams
smoking blunts and busting leans
slanging dope to them fiends
i had the b*tches sucking d*ck, and breaking bread with a playa
watching my back for f*cking rats
and packing straps for the haters
south east with the streets, that created a king
born to be one of the realest, out the sur one three

- stomper

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