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do not resurrect - bastard sword lyrics

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[intro: do not resurrect & mercyk!ll]
(m+mercy)
i be swervin’, lane switchin’
i’m too sure, i ain’t missin’
37 hollowtips in my clip
make it rain, didn’t it
ok, upper level aim with it
lopping off his ring fingers
leavin’ f+ckin’ bodies twitchin’
find ’em where they brains hangin’

[verse 1: do not resurrect & mercyk!ll]
i’m ready to die, sh+t
i be with the guys, sh+t
drop another whip and scr+pe the city
i’m gon’ die in it
ok, watch me drive it stolen
with that pistol in my pants
i’ma blow that noggin’ open
soon as i get my f+cking chance
d+mn

[chorus: do not resurrect & mercyk!ll]
i been known to ride, let it burn slow
smoke it up and die, see the night go
i don’t wonder why, nah i die slow
sippin’ on my flight, when i arrive
i’m gettin’ high, hoe, hoe, hoе
[verse 3: mercyk!ll]
go pop off
lock jaw
nah, can’t get yo b+tch back
like go knock off, drop drawers
still ain’t gеt yo get back
these lasers ready
red and green like christmas, i’ma switch ’em on
this pistol heavy
chevy hang outside, .223 send ’em all

[verse 4: do not resurrect]
i send ’em off
machete ready
deadly when i c+ck it back
like my metal heavy
swingin mps at your shower cap
send ’em back
b+tch, you wasn’t with it
boy, i been up on it
i’m really ballin’
b+tch, i spot that target
get my semi on it

[verse 5: do not resurrect & mercyk!ll]
my glock got titties on it
pimp the draco with a scope
hoe, my homies got like 15 grips and two glocks in they coat
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout none this sh+t, my life f+cked that’s fasho’
i could end it all but i be getting high cause i could blow, when i cope
lonely road i’m walking with my bow tucked, i go ghost
i don’t do that talking sh+t, i rock a b+tch and go
just like my momma, moody, i get moody on these hoes
i know my bros got pocket rockets
pop it on these foes
sights glitchin’
got the floor lights dimming
i don’t wanna live forever
that’s my whole life mission
.40 pokin’ out my sweater with a long knife
chalk it up to them long nights
open up, i got close+eyed victims
[chorus: do not resurrect & mercyk!ll]
i been known to ride, let it burn slow
smoke it up and die, see the night go
i don’t wonder why, nah i die slow
sippin’ on my flight, when i arrive
i’m gettin’ high, hoe, hoe, hoe



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