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big azrael - dead opps testament lyrics

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[intro]

(808 melo made this one)
ayy, ayy
ahh, ahh

[chorus]
run up on me, get your sh+t splattered (boom)
ain’t no talkin’, we pull up with big ladders (brr)
hollow tips turn his dome into pink matter (grr)
ain’t no mercy, we slaughter, it’s real tragic (facts)
f+ck that n+gga, he ain’t comin’ back
put his ass in a pack, now he smoke out the sack (baow)
red beam on his head like a target attached
leave his face in the dirt, ain’t no heart in my chest (nah)
ayy, b+tch, i been on demon time
hunt a n+gga down like a lion in the wild (grr)
catch his ass lackin’, he ain’t get to make a sound
big glock on my hip, make a b+tch n+gga bow (boom, boom)

[verse]
b+tch, keep talkin’, i’ma spin where you stay
ain’t no runnin’, when i up it, i’ma let that b+tch spray (facts)
caught his ass lackin’, left his brains on display (baow)
too many dead opps, got me high every day (b+tch)
i ain’t squashin’ no beef, keep a drum like a band (grr)
let it off, make his whole body spin like a fan (brr)
n+ggas talk tough, but they really just fans (p+ssy)
when i see ’em, they fold up, i don’t understand (nah)
f+ck his dead homies, we gon’ p+ss on they grave (f+ck ’em)
every shot that i send, i ain’t missin’ no strays (boom)
b+tch+ass n+gga tried to reach, now he lay
turn a f+ck n+gga ghost, now he hauntin’ the gang (grr, baow)
[bridge]
ayy, ayy, ain’t no cappin’ in my raps (nah)
shot him in his sh+t, had to leave his body flat (boom)
f+ck the other side, all them n+ggas gettin’ whacked (brr)
pull up with them switches, leave his face up in his lap (grr, grr)

[chorus]
run up on me, get your sh+t splattered (boom)
ain’t no talkin’, we pull up with big ladders (brr)
hollow tips turn his dome into pink matter (grr)
ain’t no mercy, we slaughter, it’s real tragic (facts)
f+ck that n+gga, he ain’t comin’ back
put his ass in a pack, now he smoke out the sack (baow)
red beam on his head like a target attached
leave his face in the dirt, ain’t no heart in my chest (nah)

[outro]
ayy, ayy
we ain’t playin’ wit’ these n+ggas
f+ck ’em all, n+gga, we stand on business
grr, baow!



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