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alt! (rapper) - rahhhh - slowed + reverb lyrics

[intro]
“and here comes #13, mr. alt
comin’ from the three point line, right now
oh sh+t, that n++++’s dead!
oh my f+cking god, n++++!”

[verse]
ahhhh!
oh, he talkin’ out his neck, he gon’ meet that f+ckin’ “rahhhh”
we gon’ kick yo door, one, two, three and four, you hear that “rahhhh”
murder, what she wrote? saw him in my scope, i’m bouta “rahhhh”
front page of the post, he ain’t get a note, that n++++ died
knock up at yo door, let me in, b+tch, i’m gon’ that neck
f+ck he talkin’ fo’? stay up on that bench, don’t get pressed
i might take yo hoe, give and go, pass her to my left
and that fire i tote, lethal weapon, it rip through yo chest
heard she got a big ol’ booty, told that b+tch to makе it bounce
i’ma get up in the coochiе, k!ll the cat, then dog her out
they gon’ “arf”, when i “arf”, ’cause they know what i’m about
sh+t get wicked on this side, i suggest a different route

[bridge]
(ahhhh!)
gonna f+ck that n++++ up (ahhhh!)
gonna f+ck that n++++ up
(ahhhh!)
[outro]
stepped in this b+tch, break necks in this b+tch
k!ll tec in this b+tch, shout out x in this b+tch
give a f+ck about yo vest, we aim for heads in this b+tch
i say, “yeah, trick, yeah!”, i’m the best in this b+tch

- alt rapper lyrics

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