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illy dee - last day in lyrics

[verse]

you ain’t got to ask, you already know, i be posted up with them gravediggers
eyes low, smoking dead opps, mixing dirty sprite with them paink!llers
that n+gga dee let it pop lead, cv n+gga with the long dreads
he might creep on you, don’t sleep on him, that fat n+gga love to pop lead
don’t play games with the f+cking bully, cause them little games get a n+gga changed
trying to beef with me, never heard of him, tell him “bang harder,” cause this n+gga lame
b+tch n+gga, you don’t put in work, who the f+ck is you? you a miscellan’
screaming “free n+ggas” everywhere i go cause thе whole hood really put in pain
got what you need, n+gga, pick your poison, this the rеal deal, i’ma tax for it
been down a year, haven’t sipped drank but i relapsed cause i’m back pouring
don’t tell me what you going to do to me, n+gga, spin the bend and go act on it
my whole indictment didn’t make sense so i already knew there was a rat on it
don’t rely on the 1st and 15th cause everyday is a payday
used to be my dog but you turned fraud so i’m steady smoking on +
marathon og mixed up with a little bit of that kk
never switch up on my mob brothers like bobby johnson and ray ray
don’t come around with the fake love, don’t come around trying to d+ckride
lil bubba was steady crying but he didn’t slide when +
if i don’t got the twins .38s then i’m riding around with this 45
me and little bro in the stolen v’ trying to catch a n+gga on his joyride
call nelly, tell him pull up on me, got the 100 rounds in the plr
free my dog booked for that shooting cause his hoodie sleeve had gsr
shorty seen the gun on my hip, i said “i’m just cautious, don’t be alarmed”
trying to bump into them kids while i grab a beef patty at p&r’s
you old enough to raise a gun up, then you old enough to get shot down
all our guns got smacks on, need new bl!cks, i been shopping ’round
pretty b+tch in my passenger every time i’m bussin’ juugs out of town
told her “be quiet when i’m on the phone. if i get a call, don’t make a sound.”
i fell in love with the blue strips, i fell in love with this beef sh+t
glock 27 underneath my pillow, that’s the only b+tch that i sleep with
in the 8th grade, i was selling crack, had a glad bag full of pieces
hate you dirty ass little bum n+ggas with the white loaves full of creases

- illy dee lyrics

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