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meda dxn – 51nine feat. mbkace lyrics

[meda dxn]:
black mask red flask i done got ripped jeans holding my heat (grra, grra)
done task he lack i done got his t++th under my feet (under my feet?)
she trick he trip now he bleeding out over the street (all over the street)
took out his knees i’m watching him bleed like what i see
byron to argyle (argyle?)
bodies in a stockpile (he dead)
519 lifestyle (str)
these n+ggas we exile (grra)
headshot new hairstyle (boom boom)
get turn to a textile
get your face put on a shirt and n+gga
don’t play with me
don’t play with us
don’t play with my team n+gga
don’t talk to me n+gga
i’ll k!ll your crew myself n+gga i don’t give a f+ck

[mbkace]:
what?
huh
no we don’t give a f+ck
we’ll slide through where you at
then we go shoot it up (grra grra)

[meda dxn]:
don’t shoot from a far y’all know like it all close up and personal
look him in his eyes stab him right there so he see the n+gga who k!lling em
after he die dig his ass up shoot him bullets they fly in him
he was a virgin not after today that glockie was chokin and f+ckin him
i told him to stay don’t make a move or maybe my torel get stuck in him
that n+gga ain’t listen so i hit him up ugh he shoulda listened

[mbkace]:
ugh, what is the word?
i’m so high and dizzy off these drugs i feel i finna swerve
[meda dxn]:
waiting for the opps they lurkin’ smirkin’ durkin’
pull up my heater i’m burnin’ ay
got your whole fam in a limo oh wait no that’s a he+rs+ (phew phew)
y’all get buried together 6 feet deep in the dirt
london’s my city fasho i’m just lettin y’all know
but st. louis my n+ggas and they gone get the dough
so i run them on my tracks cuz they be real they ain’t no hoe (hoe)
let y’all n+ggas know (know)
where the real ones at i f+ck with them and none of y’all

[mbkace]:
i’m just letting y’all n+ggas now
my n+ggas they on go
we got choppas on reload
that b+tch hits you then it go (gla gla)
that’s that f+cking choppa sound
that b+tch hit you, you won’t hear it you’ll be on the ground (gla gla)
yeah we smoking on that loud
yeah that’s scooter pack we good yeah we choking on it now
uh
ay
let’s get it

[meda dxn]:
that’s that f+cking choppa sound
him and his sh+t so bad he squirming on the ground ugh
mkb to sat told that n+gga it down (yeah)
shout out to my brothers who got shot ain’t made it out
r.i.p

- meda dxn lyrics

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