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47shawnn - die slow lyrics

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yuh, b+tch, huh, huh
fortyyyyyy

[chorus:]
i’m popping out, i’m with my f+cking gang
n+gga you a b+tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f+cking head, fill him up with lead
f+ck this rapping sh+t, it’s n+ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n+gga, in his crimson chin
where the f+ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached

[verse 1:]
man i ain’t chasing b+tches, only thing i’m chasing is the bread
and if her p+ssy easy, i don’t even ask her for the head
cause what these b+tches on, they only trusting sh+t that you ain’t said
i’m getting topped off from ya b+tch, that’s why shе leaving you on read
now what i said?
i ain’t trusting hoes, i ain’t trusting n+ggas
squeezing triggеrs
n+ggas flaw as f+ck
they ain’t really k!llers
i pull up, with a f+cking strap
gun that n+gga down
keep suppressors on my guns
so i can move without a sound
i ain’t smoking, on my
opp’s life
cause he mid as f+ck
scale him up, and then i serve cheap
because he mid as f+ck!
they don’t buy his ass, because they know his gas is mid as f+ck!
i call him cbd because this n+gga really mid as f+ck!
nah i’m dead as f+ck, this n+gga trynna fight
but his b+tch trynna f+ck
f+ck em up, he taking down on gang, i gotta shut him up
pistol play, i play with p+ssy b+tch, that ak gotta spray
pull up and shoot the place he lay
this n+gga never safe
[chorus:]
i’m popping out, i’m with my f+cking gang
n+gga you a b+tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f+cking head, fill him up with lead
f+ck this rapping sh+t, it’s n+ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n+gga, in his crimson chin
where the f+ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached
i’m popping out, i’m with my f+cking gang
n+gga you a b+tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f+cking head, fill him up with lead
f+ck this rapping sh+t, it’s n+ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n+gga, in his crimson chin
where the f+ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached



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