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lxxiv - all black attire lyrics

hey
hey
hey man f+ck it
i think i’m on top of this sh+t
[?]
i put ten on your head now they coming with clips
i’ll put ten on your head than you turn to a snitch

got my shooter behind me
i go with the stick
i’m catch me a case
i’m k!ll me a pig
we get in the car
we rollin’ up zips
if you park in lot
then we pop at your wheel

f+ck it
i drop this tracks to flex on ’em
if you run up than [?]
[?]
f+ck up his face then i put a lil “x” on it
i gonna press him like vest
if you show them toes then i finna step on ’em
i gonna play him like chess
he think that he is smart
so i’ll put this letter on him
i was young with heart
you f+ck with me torned apart
now i got thе ar i’m dumping and dumping
i could tell you was a lil b+tch from the start
taking shots to the facе but you ain’t in a bar
f+cking with me and i pulling your car
i got a shot that will knock off his top
if you look in my eyes than i’m leaving ’em scars

i only got time from running the stack
i’m sold me some dope then i running it back
i can tell he a fake and he ain’t poppin’ tags
i can tell he a rat and his music is wack
i can tell he a b+tch from the south side
we can pull up to his crib and [?]

pull up with a [?] that is thirty in his back
32 when the clip put his heat like [?]
he saying he about all the talk but is cap
then 3 1 4 put his doom ever lap
the next day you see his name on the news
they can’t find his body
he was smoked in the pack
yuh
he got shot from the back
next thing you know
that his brains is on a dash
the f+ggot got popped
’cause he thought that he could rap
your son left this world gotta face that fact

- lxxiv lyrics

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