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simanzi, s.i murda, sean - 3 for 3 lyrics

[simanzi]
motherf+ckers always talking bout
they with the sh+ts
they dropping bodies
where the f+cking bodies at, b+tch?
where the sh+ll casings at?
yeah real n+gga
i body sh+t n+gga
n+ggas don’t know bout me
n+ggas best know bout me, n+gga
[verse 1]
stick up in my f+cking lap
riding past the f+cking church
n+gga i can’t get to close
make my f+cking skin burn
n+ggas always talking sh+t
i ain’t with that talking sh+t
outside of your f+cking crib
b+tch i’m out here stalking sh+t
f+cking with that ugly b+tch
look like og 3three
pop up at her nail spot
hit her with that uzi
now his f+cking b+tch dead
thinking, “what i should live for”
n+gga that don’t f+cking matter
when i kick in yo door
all black, glock 9
throwaway, disposable
run up, behind
barrel to his temple
i got the drop b+tch n+gga
i heard you was talking sh+t
get down on your f+cking knees
better start praying b+tch
i told these n+ggas
leave me alone
i don’t bother n0body
but you bother me and ima body somebody
yeah, b+tch
[sean]
sliding with that brand new kit
and it got a heater
n+ggas b+tches
if you scared i can’t take you on this l!ck
say he want ten i gave him 5
boy you better not be a b+tch
i make that call
get my brodies have that n+gga f+cking hit
never lacking
yeah i keep a pole
for a n+gga that want beef
never drop a n+gga name in the song
i swear we gone leave it in the streets
them n+ggas playing
get the k
you gone see em resting in peace
not playing games
you n+ggas play
we keep the strap under the seat
draco on my f+cking lap
n+gga wanna go
if a n+gga wanna play a game
i take his soul
if n+ggas talking on the net
i swear we let it blow
f+cking up for one
we cut your head for breaking code
i keep a glock on me
you gone get your head rocked
yeah i keep a glock on me
[s.i murda]
drako make a n+gga drenched in blood
f+ck the casket
throw that body right in the mud
talking all that sh+t on that beef sh+t
n+ggas acting like i won’t shoot when they sleep b+tch
picasso, b+tch
painting with that blood on that sheet b+tch
mask on, all black
extendo, got 30 clips
run up, shoot em
shoot em with this other stick
stepping on these other n+ggas
got me a gunner n+gga
roll up on that dead b+tch
b+tch i love crying
praying on her f+cking knees
watch that n+gga dying
you not even rocking sh+t
i’m out here dropping sh+t
n+gga i won’t hesitate
leave your ass wide awake
best believe you run away
too bad you won’t make it safe
ima let this 30 spray
bullets gonna hit your face
still count these racks up
all these n+ggas capped up
b+tch, i’m out here gassed up
n+gga wanna act tuff?
roll up in thes f+cking blunt, b+tch

- simanzi s i murda sean lyrics

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