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EST Gee - OD (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Audiovista
Audiovista
Programming
Tntxd
Tntxd
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Henning Grüschow
Henning Grüschow
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Audiovista
Audiovista
Producer
Tntxd
Tntxd
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Murder neat, leave no traces Murder neat, leave no traces Murder neat, leave no traces 5500, we ballin', man, you know what it is With the takers, broad daylight faces Murder neat, don't leave no traces (don't leave no traces) Lawyer retainer erase the cases Gave the addy, and I (yeah, yeah, yeah) All the shots I send come with a chaser (come with a chaser) This chop of I tote ain't basic (grrr) Cookie on it with the laser (Yeah, it don't move) I'm with the takers, broad daylight faces (yeah, yeah, yeah) Murder neat, don't leave no traces (don't leave no traces) Lawyer retainer erase the cases, gave the addy, I paid 'em (yeah, I pay for it) Whoever thought I'd be famous From rappin' how I'm livin' (from rappin' how I'm livin') No facade or a image (no facade) They hate us 'cause nothin' bigger (nothin' bigger than us) Foundation with the killers, no outsiders in our business (no outsiders in our business) It's a green light, see 'em, kill 'em (kill 'em) Let the news paint the picture (paint the picture, yeah) Let his family cry and miss him Shouldn't have been speakin' on my nigga (speakin' on my nigga) This the red zone (this the red zone) Geeski, he so headstrong (he so headstrong) 'Cause every time I listen to an OG (every time I listen) He was dead wrong (dead wrong) They don't know the detail, they just know we knocked his head off Pull up, let that lead off (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) And then we sped off and now your man's gone (and now your man's dead) I damn near got sick, I'm here hittin' on his damn dawg Balling 'fore I went to Memphis, nigga, I'm Zach Randolph (nigga, I'm Zach Randolph) Soon as you changed the price, I ain't think twice, nigga, I ran off (I took off, yeah) It ain't never us, it's them (it ain't never us, it's them) Broke his version, killed the first one, he'll kill again All it took was a lil' bait for me to reel him in (all it took was a lil' bait) All it took was a lil' hate to see my snake appear (all it took was a lil' hate) And all it took was a lil' paper to make him disappear (all it took was a lil' paper) We slide like mob ties (Mob ties), greatest of all time (greatest of all time) Won't spare a dime 'til niggas die, I want 'em all cryin' Won't spare a dime 'til a nigga die, I want them all cryin' Plenty bales, yeah, puttin' risotto on the scale, I'm gay yeah Paraphernalia, lot of finesse, what I sell, yeah Got me fed up, stayin' down, runnin' my bread up Jimmy Choo sandals, big Phantom, keep my lead up Got my bread up, head up, wake the dead up Get the cash now, bad bitch, make it better Cook the work up, ran it up in the murder zone Get you rained on, you ain't know, now your brain gone All the pain numb, I can rap it, I can sing on Every time I listen to you broke niggas, they be dead wrong Get the details before you judge a nigga out of the ghetto Put the fetti up, 'guetti up, make my wrist glow Get the info, tenfold, spin out the Benzo New extendo, the best smoker like indo (yeah, yeah) It ain't never us, it's them (it ain't never us, it's them) Broke his version, killed the first one, he'll kill again All it took was a lil' bait for me to reel him in (all it took was a lil' bait) All it took was a lil' hate to see my snake appear (all it took was a lil' hate) And all it took was a lil' paper to make him disappear (all it took was a lil' paper) We slide like mob ties (mob ties), greatest of all time (greatest of all time) Won't spare a dime 'til niggas die, I want 'em all cryin' Won't spare a dime 'til a nigga die, I want them all cryin'
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Henning Gruschow, George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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