majinblxxdy – headstone lyrics
[intro]
all i see is+all i see is+all i see is murder, you catch me yelling out, “red rum”
i count up by the loaf, these bum n+ggas, they get the bread crumbs
you n+ggas ain’t seen blood ’til you in the field and you shed some
you can’t get recruited, you p+ssy plus you a random
n+ggas+n+ggas ain’t seen blood ’til you in the field and you shed some
all i+all i see is murder, you catch me yelling out, “red rum”
i count up by the loaf, these bum n+ggas, they get the bread—
n+ggas+n+ggas ain’t seen blood ’til you in the field and you shed some
n+ggas+n+ggas ain’t seen blood ’til you in the field and you shed some
(yo, majin, you k!lled this sh+t, n+gga)
(comе out, come out, wherevеr you are)
[verse]
that b+tch keep on eyeing me, these f+ck n+ggas trying me
that b+tch+that b+tch keep on eyeing me, these f+ck n+ggas+f+ck n+ggas+f+ck n+gga—
that b+tch keep on eyeing me, these f+ck n+ggas trying me
you can tell me anything you think, baby, don’t lie to me
everywhere i go, you know i keep that f+ckin’ fire with+fire with me
said he outside but his block lookin’ real dry to+dry to me
f+ck is these n+ggas on? these f+ck n+ggas be some clones
don’t let me catch you lackin’, if i do, you get a headstone
all i see is+all i see is+all i see is murder, you catch me yelling out, “red rum”
i count up by the loaf, these bum n+ggas, they get the bread crumbs
you n+ggas ain’t seen blood ’til you in the field and you shed some
you can’t get recruited, you p+ssy plus you a random
poppin’ perc’s, it turn my savage up
my new b+tch, she bad as f+ck+as f+ck
poppin’ perc’s, it turn my savage up
my new b+tch, she bad as f+ck+as f+ck
poppin’ perc’s, it turn my savage up
my new b+tch, she bad as f+ck
these n+ggas keep on talking crazy, i swear i done had enough
run a n+gga out the city, pull up to his crib, make him pack it up
this lil’ b+tch, she so d+mn pretty, told her put it on me and back it up
in the ville posted with k!llers, dealers, and some d+mn loose screws
you can’t adapt to this lifestyle, this ain’t what you used to
remember back when i was young, i used to tote the d+mn deuce deuce
n+gga do not p+ss me off, might f+ck around and just shoot you
[outro]
what? yeah
what? what? yeah
blxxdy n+gga, i’m talking my sh+t, as always, you feel me, yeah
f+ck wrong with these n+ggas man, i’ll really beat the f+ck out one of you n+ggas
n+ggas not tough, n+ggas ain’t never been in street, never did sh+t, never sold no gram or nothing
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