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​seeyabu - 180 lyrics

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[intro]
enwy mansion exclusive

[chorus: seeyabu]
sitting in 180, bride seats, night lights
k!lling everybody on my way, no one by my side
this dumbass crouching downstairs
who you are? give him shot from the glock
now he dead, it’s alright

[bridge: seeyabu]
it’s alright, yeah, yeah
go seat in my car, turbo whistling so hard
night lights, yeah, yeah

[chorus: seeyabu]
sitting in 180, bride seats, night lights
k!lling everybody on my way, no one by my side
this dumbass crouching downstairs
who you are? give him shot from the glock
now he dead, it’s alright

[verse 1: seeyabu]
i can’t tell a lie, 15 grand in my bag
this b+tches so broke, i’m giving them shot
land up in my 180, these guys know who there talk
they’re screaming, talking down, i don’t really givе a f+ck
[chorus: seeyabu]
sitting in 180, bride seats, night lights
k!lling evеrybody on my way, no one by my side

[verse 2: deepinparis]
yeah, i be gettin’ the racks, okay
yeah, i be stackin’ this sh+t, okay
pull up to his block and we shoot at his place
yeah, we gon’ air it out broad day
yeah, we gon’ pull up with straps
i see you goin to sleep
i got the choppa extension
and if i pull up with that sh+t then you know its gon’ eat
i heard that you fell off and you won’t get back on
i got a strap on, get ’em gone
i ain’t got time for the back talk
i ain’t got time for that sh+t
yeah, i really wanna get rich, uh
i’m makin’ money i’m flippin’ the bricks
i’m makin’ money i’m gettin’ it quick
i’m outta breath, like f+ck this sh+t
i can’t even see, i’m done with it
get it through your skull, you stupid b+tch
get your mouth right off my d+ck

[bridge: deepinparis]
i’m outta breath, like f+ck this sh+t
i can’t even see, i’m done with it
get it through your skull you stupid b+tch
get your mouth right off my d+ck
[chorus: seeyabu]
sitting in 180, bride seats, night lights
k!lling everybody on my way, no one by my side
this dumbass crouching downstairs
who you are? give him shot from the glock
now he dead, it’s alright



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