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bigg unccc - play dead lyrics

[intro]
ready to shoot
oh my god denaro
lil unc pulled up, make a n+gga play dead
lil unc uh, uh
denaro where the luv at?

[chorus]
bigg unccc pulled up, make a n+gga play dead
50 round drums shot, leave his ass with no head
hit it from the back, then i skeet up on her forehead
shots out skat, and running out with nose tags
nose tags
chopped out him out with the gang, now they throwing in a white flag
ima kept spent, till i put him in a black bag
money on your head, but i want it with a tote tag
tote tag

[verse 1]
b+tch see me in person, that hoe she was so bad
i popped me a perc and i f+ck like i’m so mad
sworn on a beat, cuz i know she gon go back
i slide on the maro, and vity b+tch so fast
i jump out the window and shoot till theres no mag
try to run up, 30 shots make you go back
high as a bird but you won’t keep me dimebag
i ran it up and i did it myself
i upped the glock, and he sh+tted himself
i was like somebody get him some help
i got promethazine, green on the shelf
yup, on the shelf, uh
swerved to the right, so i swerve to the left
pull up on yo block, dropping sh+t like a chef
i jump out the window, and shoot till the death, uh
till you die, yeah
these n+ggas be capping they broke need a money front
jump off the porch and i went on a money hunt
i’m in the trap and i’m smoking on money runts
run up on unccc ima send yo ass path or sum
i got a choppa and it came with the hunted runts
i’m smoking on pack and it smelling like underarm
he copied my style so i called his ass donuson
we get the drop then we spend like a celing fan
i call up the city, they pull up in a minivan
he popped him a perc now he think he a superfan
i was sworn up on shooters like i was a hooper man
556, make your ass to the riverdance
before i start rapping your hoe know i’ve been a man
price on yo head then you know i’ma k!ll a man
i walked that boy down turn his ass to a sh+tty man
[chorus]
bigg unccc pulled up, make a n+gga play dead
50 round drums shot, leave his ass with no head
hit it from the back, then i skeet up on her forehead
shots out skat, and running out with nose tags
nose tags
chopped out him out with the gang, now they throwing in a white flag
ima kept spent, till i put him in a black bag
money on your head, but i want it with a tote tag
tote tag
tote tag

- bigg unccc lyrics

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