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dreadmobb kane - tears dried out كلمات أغنية

[intro]
gang sh_t only

[chorus]
i told a b_tch line me up if she want, i’ll keep the backdoor cracked
let a ho think she sl!ck, she ain’t leavin’ the same, she ain’t never comin’ back
two guns out, only two of us hoppin’, ain’t n0body left to drive the pack
i don’t shake no hands, i don’t f_ck with no clowns, i ain’t never been into that
every snake in the grass get cut, yeah, karma gonna double back
i don’t chase rap, i just spit my pain and let the beat hold that
should i grab the drum? should i grab the .9? i’m stuck tryna choose my strap
world so cold, i ain’t got no tears, my heart too numb for that

[verse]
b_tch tried suckin’ me raw with t__th, i told her dumb ass quit
these n_ggas k!llin’ they homies for crumbs, streets got no loyalty in it
usеd to fight with fists on bikes, now switches make bodiеs pivot
past is dead, tryna make sure the next opp duck, four deep ridin’ tinted
this rap sh_t feel like a dead end, i’m tired of repeatin’ the pain
don’t ask me sh_t, long as i’m high off the drugs, i swear i’m straight
catch him lackin’, i’m on his heels, he run, i’m closin’ the sp_ce
hit his back, bones collapse, watch him eat concrete face to face
my gate locked tight, n0body climbin’ over, death waitin’ at the side
fed every brother who rode with me, still won’t let a thief slide
touch my plate, your momma gon’ cry, that’s your last free bite
spin blocks from dawn to dusk, how the f_ck they still alive?
broke boys jokin’ on sh_t they can’t buy, they don’t get to laugh at life
hoes ain’t cuttin’ it, i need me a freak who match my broken vibe
diamonds on my wrist, so the b_tch i cuff gotta shine that bright
but most these hoes ain’t worth a dime, they just temporary hype
i swore i was done, but f_ck it, i’m here
roll up dead opps, lungs burn clear
if the labels don’t call by the end of the year
i’ma flood the trap, sell bows, disappear
flash that gun you ain’t bustin’, i’ll strip it right off your lap
lil’ bros wild, they punch sh_t first, can’t tame ‘em, that’s a fact
groupie hoes scream gang in the crib, think they down ‘cause they yellin’ “slatt”
my features up, i’m done with cheap sh_t, if you broke you can’t get on a track
[chorus]
i told a b_tch line me up if she want, i’ll keep the backdoor cracked
let a ho think she sl!ck, she ain’t leavin’ the same, she ain’t never comin’ back
two guns out, only two of us hoppin’, ain’t n0body left to drive the pack
i don’t shake no hands, i don’t f_ck with no clowns, i ain’t never been into that
every snake in the grass get cut, yeah, karma gonna double back
i don’t chase rap, i just spit my pain and let the beat hold that
should i grab the drum? should i grab the .9? i’m stuck tryna choose my strap
world so cold, i ain’t got no tears, my heart too numb for that

- dreadmobb kane

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