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919slum – junkies [remastered] lyrics

[intro]
jumpin’ out the chevy, 2000, with the sidearm on me
knife up on my side, my hoodie up, no one harm me
track you down the alley through the grass
lil b+tch, you is tryna run
hit you with this chrome thang and call that sh+t a one and done

[hook 1]
gun shots soundin’ off, fireworks facsimile
merkin’ motherf+ckers, even if they aren’t my enemies
b+tch, i’m tryna see blood, money, and some d+mn respect
i’d sn+tch the chain off this stupid f+ckin’ cracker’s neck
these junkies in the street tryna hit me for percocet
got it in my pockеt, then i pop it, sh+t, it’s not a sweat
well, i mеan not literally, that sh+t is not a f+ckin’ joke
two dollars in my pocket, d+mn i’m feignin’ h+lla broke

[verse]
knife up on my side, myers with the mask on
919slum made the beat, so the tag’s on
drag on through the church parking lot and smack off
many f+ckin’ bullets ’til you drop and then i laugh, aw
stupid trick, b+tch, you breathed wrong so i smoked you quick
i just checked your pockets, they ain’t sh+t that’s for my benefit
‘nother wasted life on holy ground, like, someone pray for him
creepy songs in the mist, wailin’ just like tiny tim, uh
[hook 2]
gun shots soundin’ off, fireworks facsimile
merkin’ motherf+ckers, even if they aren’t my enemies
b+tch, i’m tryna see blood, money, and some d+mn respect
i’d sn+tch the chain off this stupid f+ckin’ cracker’s neck
these junkies in the street tryna hit me for percocet
got it in my pockеt, then i pop it, sh+t, it’s not a sweat
well, i mеan not literally, that sh+t is not a f+ckin’ joke
two dollars in my pocket, d+mn i’m feignin’ h+lla broke, aye

- 919slum lyrics

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