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a luv’s wrld team – death lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
ya dig?
you gon’ die
you gon’ die
you gon’ die

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, uh, what that mean?
yeah, what that mean?
i’m outside, pop out gang with the team, b+tch, uh
what that mean?
we all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, b+tch, uh

[post+chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (yeah)
choppa big, it blow you back (yeah)
hanging with them slatts (yeah)
p+ssy n+gga, we tote gats (yeah, yeah)
n+gga, you get whacked (gang, gang)
that’s on gang and that’s all facts, uh (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
we shoot .223’s (bah), we’ll take your life (gang)
me, i’m with the gang, you know we gon’ slide
we all with them bees, all up in the hive
you talk down on me, n+gga, you gon’ die
we a different kind, and we be on different time
rocking number (n)ine jeans, and i be so fly
we from different sides, p+ssy, i’ma up that fire
talking all that tough sh+t on the gang
p+ssy b+tch, and you gon’ die
[pre+chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, huh, you gon’ die
yeah, n+gga, you gon’ die
huh, you gon’ die

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, uh, what that mean?
yeah, what that mean?
i’m outside, pop out gang with the team, b+tch, uh
what that mean?
we all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, b+tch, uh

[verse 2: dababy]
let’s go, let’s go
have you ever seen a n+gga die? (yeah)
when i did, went home and smoked a blunt
no, a n+gga didn’t cry (let’s go)
don’t f+ck with n+ggas on different side
these n+ggas be switchin’ sides (and i)
in a whip with a n+gga b+tch inside, finna give my d+ck a ride
only n+gga that be talking ’bout gang sh+t be on lame sh+t, ain’t never bang sh+t
look at a pic right now and the pic back then
it’s not the same pic, i’m with the same clique
i’m with trippie redd (yeah)
oh, you with a b+tch, he scared (ha)
a lot of n+ggas like to play with they life
the last n+gga who played with my clique, he dead (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
i had to
[pre+chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, huh, you gon’ die
yeah, n+gga, you gon’ die
huh, you gon’ die

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, uh, what that mean?
yeah, what that mean?
i’m outside, pop out gang with the team b+tch, uh
what that mean?
we all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, b+tch, uh

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
it’s so big, this sh+t got a office
i was off a thirty, this sh+t made me nauseous
my new car on derbies, automatic parking
ballin’ in my jersey, in the streets i’m jordan
12 checked me, then they took my gun
me, no trippin’ ’cause i got a whole ‘nother gun
if she leave me, yeah i’ve got a whole ‘nother one
i put that on my son and i ain’t even got a son
red green, beam green, b+tch i never miss
she sucked the lines up out my d+ck like it’s a peppermint
[pre+chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, huh, you gon’ die
yeah, n+gga, you gon’ die
huh, you gon’ die

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, uh, what that mean?
yeah, what that mean?
i’m outside, pop out gang with the team b+tch, uh
what that mean?
we all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, b+tch, uh

[verse 4: juice wrld]
new n+gga on the block, yeah i got my glocky
look like i’ve been locked up, arms kinda stocky
wrist on rocky, wish a n+gga tried to stop me
usain bolt with the glizzy it’s a track meet
make him take off like migos
in the kitchen whippin’ up the bricks, servin’ kilos
if i gotta get in your door i pick the key+hole
full of sh+t, b+tches, boy these hoes like a+holes
every day i wake up, thinkin’ ’bout the pesos
gettin’ bankrolls, sayin’ rip to bankroll, keep the dank rolled
codeine in the double cup i’m sippin’, ayy
stevie wonder, it’s gonna take away my vision, ayy
007, with that glock, i got precision, ayy
you be talkin’ ’bout the sh+t, when i been did it, ayy
free my n+ggas in that jam (yeah)
i don’t give a sh+t, and i don’t give a hoover d+mn
last b+tch said i wasn’t sh+t, she wanna let me cram (b+tch)
hit it from the back, oh yes i am
chopper make your brains turn to eggs, sam+i+am
i had a feelin’ they was gon’ switch up, will.i.am
two pints of wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
clean n+gga, but i’m sippin’ ’til i do the muddy dance
broke n+gga, i got rich and now i do the money dance
feel like hugh hefner, these b+tches finna do the bunny dance
on the d+ck, for a trick, then after that she f+cked her friend
i ain’t gonna trick off no b+tch, i don’t pay, i just get in

[bridge: juice wrld]
i ain’t really usually the one to be talking my sh+t, but
i think i’m finna talk my sh+t one time for the one time
two times, maybe a few times

[pre+chorus: trippie redd & juice wrld]
yeah, huh, you gon’ die
yeah, n+gga, you gon’ die (ruinin’ careers, man this sh+t easy)
huh, you gon’ die (what my n+gga davis say, this sh+t beyond me, yo, ayy)

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, uh, what that mean?
yeah, what that mean?
i’m outside, pop out gang with the team b+tch, uh
what that mean?
we all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, b+tch, uh

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