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​aakio - ​rifles lyrics

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[verse 1: aakio]
ride around town with the strap out
fifty+seven bullets at your head, you get knocked down
d+mn, you won’t see it coming
call my bullets street fighter, they be stunning
all my bullets, yeah, they keep you in a headlock
one, two combo, yeah, you got headshot
do not try to run away
put you in a coffin guarantee that you stay in place

[bridge: aakio]
all my bullets, yeah, they keep you in a headlock
one, two, combo, yeah, you got headshot (c4pri what the f+ck)
do not try to run away
put you in a coffin guarantee that you stay in place
[chorus: aakio]
i am back better than before
new and improved
i won’t mess up anymore (anymore)
ammunition hit him in the core
he can’t get up left dying on the floor

[verse 2: stylas]
me and aakio pullin’ up with the rifles
steppin’ up to us, you know that you gon’ get recycled
i’m a living time bomb
i don’t care ’bout titles
your b+tch hit me back, said she wants vagin+(what)
i can’t hit rock bottom again
i’m mad, i guess it can never make sense
you’re trash, you do not be making no cents
if i pull up with the shooter know you put on defense
i can’t hit rock bottom again
i’m mad, i guess it can never make sense
you’re trash, you do not be making no cents
if i pull up with the shooter know you put on defense

[bridge: aakio]
what, making no cents
making no cents
[chorus: aakio]
i am back better than before
new and improved
i won’t mess up anymore (anymore)
ammunition hit him in the core
he can’t get up left dying on the floor

[verse 3: aakio]
run it back
me and stylas got rifles
sending shots, no room for survival
every bullet hit, you gon’ meet your f+cking idol (god)
you met god fast, he gon’ think you’re a disciple
time flies, yeah, it really f+cking does
bullets fly, they gon’ rip apart your guts
who am i kidding b+tch there is no “us”
gotta settlescores, i feel like trustt

[chorus: aakio]
i am back better than before
new and improved
i won’t mess up anymore (anymore)
ammunition hit him in the core
he can’t get up left dying on the floor

[outro: stylas]
kendra, you f+ckin’ p+ssy, you f+ckin’ p+ssy, you f+ckin’ p+ssy, you f+ckin’ p+ssy



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