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bigsmokechapo – deadmon lyrics

[intro]
big smoke f+cking chapo n+gga
yall n+ggas hoes
[?]

[chorus]
man down now he screaming out redrum
run down then your ass is a dead mon
hear the gun sound when we shoot at your head mon
we ain’t play around, might just chop of your head mon
run a n+gga up, put dead opps in the air
three grams dead opps in the air
ar with the scope, n+gga h+ll yeah
tre pound with a limp n+gga h+ll yeah
100 round on the stick, n+gga h+ll yeah
got a fifty round on a gl!ck, n+gga h+ll yeah
you n+ggas soft, i was [?] by the [?] man
don’t play around we gon’ go in your sh+t man
quickdraw a b+tch ass with a fn
his momma crying at the 7/11
know some n+ggas hiding, we gon send em a message
know some n+ggas sliding, yeah i f+ck with real stеppers

[verse]
we gon’ run down, put the mof+cking polе up
got a big .45 and a mof+cking [?]
n+ggas really talk [?] got me feeling like [?]
got two glocks on me cuz’ a n+gga really [?]
do you really your chain, lil n+gga would you die for it
cuz’ my ar+15 will put you on fire, fire for it
[?] quickdraw be around boy
cross a n+gga out, play his ass like a gameboy
my down south n+ggas love totin’ that k mon
my up north n+ggas be totin’ [?]
real street n+ggas, b+tch we still hit l!cks
i’ll set a n+gga up, just me and a bad b+tch
real trap n+gga b+tch, we having traffic
n+gga bome to my side b+tch, we get brackin’
new shooters and they hit sh+t like [?]
north, southside and they know i’m the chairman
still posted on the block and we smoking on dead man
sh+t got me geeked, feeling like [?]
and my brother down the road with a [?]
big ass knife got em’ feeling like jason
got your hoe in the spot, my d+ck she tasting
everybody wanna be real until they gotta face it
b+tch
[chorus]
man down now he screaming out redrum
run down then your ass is a dead mon
hear the gun sound when we shoot at your head mon
we ain’t play around, might just chop of your head mon
run a n+gga up, put dead opps in the air
three grams dead opps in the air
ar with the scope, n+gga h+ll yeah
tre pound with a limp n+gga h+ll yeah
100 round on the stick, n+gga h+ll yeah
got a fifty round on a gl!ck, n+gga h+ll yeah
you n+ggas soft, i was [?] by the [?] man
don’t play around we gon’ go in your sh+t man
quickdraw a b+tch ass with a fn
his momma crying at the 7/11
know some n+ggas hiding, we gon send em a message
know some n+ggas sliding, yeah i f+ck with real steppers

- bigsmokechapo lyrics

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