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skatterman & snug brim - desperado كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: snug brim]
my pappy told me “never trust a motherf-cker”
took it in stride, stayed away from small time petty hustlers
cause when we ride, it’s nothing less than 4 or 5 mags [?]
ar 15’s, fully aquipt, automacks, ak 47’s
[?] green, ain’t no new thing
sit on the block [?]
tryna do things
weather it was cd’s or [?]
i kept a cream plug
making a habbit of showing the feends love
tryna maneuver with the intruder
pockets a little bit bigger than [?]
it’s cool, cause i do ya
leave, come and get this weed, take this snow
if you please, make it low
but i refuse to be taken advantage of
so if you thinkin bout f-ckin with me n-gga you better run
my riders is down to bust
[?] even matter [?]
i’m making the final cut
you might as well give it up
you stuck with us

[chorus: snug brim and skatterman]
we desperados
fully aquipt with ar 15’s with some hollos
our only point in life is to get to see tomorrow
we drinking remy martin straight out the bottle
we desperados

[verse 2: skatterman]
dodging and ducking them all
give me a page, and i cook it up, and stuff it in my drores
dude i break it down and i sell it in weight
got 2 n-ggas in the feteral for [?]
see [?] my home [?]
knowing they can’t live off the cash i shoot them
but you got me between arock and a brick
hustling but i’m struggling, so i’m copping this sh-t
telling me to keep it real, but i don’t even know what’s real myself
hopeless, to the point i wanna k!ll myself
hurting bad on the inside, i can’t heal myself
so i get drunk until i’m numb, and i can’t feel myself
i ask the lord to take the pain away, but i’m a sinner
tryna stack my cash and get away, but i’m still a n-gga
i got everywhere to run, but nowhere to hide
a million dollars on my head, wanted dead or alive

[verse 3: skatterman and snug brim]
black sheap of my family, enomy of the state
i stay fround up, you don’t see the hate on my face
my daddy never wanted me, so i stay f-cked up internally
plus the souls of my dead homies haunt me
telling me to act a fool and represent
but i don’t know if i should shoot up the school, or go hit a l!ck
motherf-ckers play with my emotions, losing my focus
still stuck in the ghetto with the rats and the roaches
when they aproach us, we just stand there because we fearless
been crying for help for 20 years, but they can’t hear us
f-ck bail, because we living in h-ll
i’d rather die on the streets, before i go back to jail
and if my family don’t [?]
[?] poppin berrettas
don’t go get us
got the whole midwest [?] hold these techs
when i’m delivering n-gga you know we the best
no need for asking, we stay smashing
kansas city keep it blasting

- skatterman snug brim

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