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4bsence - ​son lyrics

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[verse 1]
why he talkin on the net? bro, i’m not into that
yeah, we spun his block but he survived, i guess we spinnin’ back
shooters in the trackhawk, brodie wanna backtalk
do murder for hire ’cause i hear the f+ckin’ bag talk
yeah, yeah, gun up to his face, that boy got done up, got erased
posted in—, we got ks, finna shoot up kamisu’s place
like, who the f+ck that lil boy kased?
and indicuh still say my name
you both irrelevant, stay quiet, don’t you b+tches got some shame?
one, two, three bodies in the f+ckin morgue
bodie wanna talk, i left his body on thе f+ckin’ floor
four, five, six, i just left some f+ckin morе
cut his body f+ckin’ open ’cause i love the f+ckin’ gore
slit sh+t, hit sh+t, add him to the hitlist
indicuh ain’t doin’ sh+t, he just be on some b+tch sh+t
how you have an ego and you really never did sh+t?
get up off my page and go back to makin’ your mid sh+t

[verse 2]
take a f+ckin seat, who the f+ck you tryna be?
like, bro just sit there silently, the murder be excitin’ me
like, why that lil’ boy fightin’ me? he my son
i’m like, “can he shut up finally? that boy ain’t doin’ none”
bro started talkin bout family
brodie tried to b+tch me, that ain’t work, he need a plan b
brodie wanna talk until we posted up on—
said u feel depressed lil bro go overdose on xannies
go join yo’ f+ckin’ granny (bozo)



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