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​funeral - ​agent47 lyrics

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[chorus]
let ’em say what he want, i’ll make him fold
keep that thang tucked
keep the people i hate close
we gon’ chop his body up and leave him in the cold
this sh+t don’t get old
bleed that b+tch, bleed that b+tch, same color as rose
same color my pole
i be wit’ my hoe
i know he don’t tote
we done caught him lacking
we gon’ catch him at the store
all these straps illegal
they can’t track me i’m on go
agent 47 with that ’74 i’m pro
[verse]
’74 i’m pro, my bro on death row
pull up on some f+ck sh+t, leave you f+cked up, like fo’ sho’
12 like “who that?” ion know, cannot snake my bro
stab you in stomach make yo’ p+ssy ass die slow
yeah you b+tch made, ask what yo’ b+tch take
boy you know that bl!ck fake, i know all yo sh+t fake
run up on me wit that fufu sh+t, boy that’s a mistake
yeah run up on me, that yo’ life

[chorus]
let ’em say what he want, i’ll make him fold
keep that thang tucked
keep the people i hate close
we gon’ chop his body up and leave him in the cold
this sh+t don’t get old
bleed that b+tch, bleed that b+tch, same color as rose
same color my pole
i be wit’ my hoe
i know he don’t tote
we done caught him lacking
we gon’ catch him at the store
all these straps illegal
they can’t track me i’m on go
agent 47 with that ’74 i’m pro
[outro]
let ’em say what he want, i’ll make him fold
keep that thang tucked
keep the people i hate close
we gon’ chop his body up and leave him in the cold
this sh+t don’t get old
bleed that b+tch, bleed that b+tch, same color as rose (this is a cult murder)
same color my pole
i be wit’ my hoe
i know he don’t tote
we done caught him lacking
we gon’ catch him at the store



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