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lil kliff - shhh lyrics

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aye face shot, that n+gga dead
fa, fa, we put that fye to his head
n+gga bring me the act, we ain’t sipping on red
n+gga pass me the gat, how i’m a be rich if i’m dead
b+tch ain’t no fighting, we tote that bl!cky instead
fire to your dome, we don’t aim at the legs

that’s not my b+tch, that’s my sneaky link
smoking exotic, you smoking on cbd
we put a hole in that boy like a dvd
fye bring the pain, call it major
don’t f+ck with religion, this glock be my savior
not tripping ’bout feelings, i just been chasing my paper

i can not stress ’bout a b+tch
i’m trying to ball like the lakers
just want to be rich, don’t give a f+ck if i’m famous

sh+tting on n+ggas like potty
i keep a glock in the box just like roddy
i pour the purp in thе brown, no bobby
i see a opp on the ground, who shot ’em
probably lil kliff riding round with that shotty
feeling like rylo go body for body

ayе face shot, that n+gga dead
fa, fa, we put that fye to his head
n+gga bring me the act, we ain’t sipping on red
n+gga pass me the gat, how i’m a be rich if i’m dead
b+tch ain’t no fighting, we tote that bl!cky instead
fire to your dome, we don’t aim at the legs

that’s not my b+tch, that’s my sneaky link
smoking exotic, you smoking on cbd
we put a hole in that boy like a dvd
fye bring the pain, call it major
don’t f+ck with religion, this glock be my savior
not tripping ’bout feelings, i just been chasing my paper

hold on, b+tch i ain’t finished
flash on the chopper, this b+tch take a image
bag after bag, i was taught to go get it
we on your block popping n+ggas like tiddies

shhh
i’m finna slide through his city
put a silencer on, now these n+ggas can’t hear me
and we just caught that boy hit his ass with that glizzy
pour up that wock got me dizzy
mixing codeine with the fizzy, i’m tripping
and i feel like i’m melly, see redd just like trippie
and this ice on my neck got me freezing and chilling

d+ck on the fye, its too big to conceal it
roll up a opp, put ’em up with the ceiling
running sh+t up i been chasing my bag, duffy
f+ck i look like chasing feelings

aye face shot, that n+gga dead
fa, fa, we put that fire to his head
n+gga bring me the act, we ain’t sipping on red
n+gga pass me the gat, how i’m a be rich if i’m dead
b+tch ain’t no fighting, we tote that bl!cky instead
fire to your dome, we don’t aim at the legs
that’s not my b+tch, that’s my sneaky link
smoking exotic, you smoking on cbd
we put a hole in that boy like a dvd

fire bring the pain, call it major
don’t f+ck with religion, this glock be my savior
not tripping ’bout feelings, i just been chasing my paper

- lil kliff lyrics

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