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carns hill, 67 & dimzy - undertaker lyrics

[intro]
(srb seperation confirmed
coming up on, uh, staging the burn+out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds)
(productions)

[verse 1: ld]
these n+ggas think that they’re on, it’s time that i turned ’em off (off)
in the german whip with m, n+gga, we burn and pop
got the mac on deck and four and a half, still servin’ shots (we’re servin’)
any sign of the cops, we’re swervin’ off (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
n+ggas be trappin’ in music, n+gga, i trap in real life (real life)
n+ggas be bangin’ the music, n+gga, i bang on my life (i bang on my life)
had to smoke the amm’ to thе dome when i heard my n+gga got lifе (free whiggy, though)
but i’m still outside tryna lurk with the guys (with the guys)
free my n+ggas inside (free the guys)
don’t be smokin’ amm’, [?] smokin’ spice (spice)
nah, nothin’ ain’t nice (no)
got my n+ggas in jail when he’s lookin’ at life
sixty+three grams in a pack, the sixty+three grams of amm’ (solid)
and n+gga just trap on grind, hit the 44, go bang (bang, baow)

[chorus: dimzy]
i’m in deep tryna get this paper (trap)
i’m tryna get money right now, don’t tell me ’bout later (right now)
we got big poles with live corns that’ll wreck your [?] out (baow, baow, baow)
i’ll cut throught, long leather jacket like undertaker (what’s good?)
i’m in deep tryna get this paper (trap)
i’m tryna get money right now, don’t tell me ’bout later (right now)
we got big poles with live corns that’ll wreck your [?] out (baow, baow, baow)
i’ll cut throught, long leather jacket like undertaker
[verse 2: liquez]
n+ggas claim that they’re onto me (jokemen)
but when they see me get in field, them boy run from me
why’s that? ’cause they know that i got the heat
free two [?] holdin’ a lot of t++th (cl!ck, clack, bang)
so these f+ckers better stay low, got these young n+gga [?] bang if i say so (of course)
and i know i’m in love with the handgun, [?] (bang)
but f+ck that, free drose, jango, [?] and crose
i never lack, i got it anywhere i go (everywhere)
leathers on, bally on, no one knows
and if you got a problem, we’re 67 (67)
i’ma grab a burner and solve it
real gunman from the hill, you should know this
stab a man down, if the nank what i’m holdin’
if the nanks what i’m holdin’, big rambo leave your chest wide open
if the pumps what i’m holdin’, two [?] head back smokin’ (bap)
this is far from a joke ting, if you see a casket, you man better close it (works)
this is far from a joke ting, if you see a casket, you man better close it

- carns hill 67 dimzy lyrics

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