slimesito & fluhkunxhkos - deceased lyrics
[intro: slimesito]
mob tie sh+t, n+gga
you know how we rockin’, n+gga
fifty gang sh+t, n+gga
b+tch we slidin’ on front street, n+gga
you know how we rockin’, n+gga
call your [?], n+gga
where the f+ck you got [?], n+gga
[hook: slimesito and fluhkunxhkos]
ay, pull up on a n+gga now he deceased (for real)
drive down, leave his ass in the street (on gang)
dupe out the n+gga now his ass deceased (bluh)
mob tie, i got choppas when i sleep
my young n+ggas shootin’ for a fee (you know it)
all my young n+ggas move in the skreet (what?)
glock 9 on me seven days a week
got some shooters hoppin’ out that jeep (shoot)
mob tie, you approach a n+gga, ain’t sh+t sweet (at all)
brand+new gl!ck, it’s a 43 (43)
take your b+tch, now that hoe gon’ trap for me (on gang)
dupe out a n+gga, now he not a fiend (bluh)
you don’t want war, you n+ggas can’t compete (you know it)
cut him down bad, now he lunch meat (on gang)
i got some shooters and they from d.c
shoot his ass up, put him on tv (bluh, bluh)
[verse: slimesito and fluhkunxhkos]
knock his ass off, put him on the t (for real)
slidin’ in broad day, right on front street (slime)
wrap his ass up, toss him in the ‘kreet (what)
n+gga, you ain’t gang, n+gga, that sh+t weak (on gang)
if you ain’t gang, then we can’t [?] (on gang)
caught his ass lackin’ at the [?] (lackin’)
[?] and i got a mp ([?])
just do the drill and the m3
kick your front door, then i up the heat (get down)
n+gga where yo’ ass at, n+gga y’know i have the key (for real)
i shot sticks when i was 15 (sticks)
dupe out a n+gga, put him on [?]
i got your main b+tch on the knees (you know it)
shoot a f+ck n+gga right out his sleeves (on gang)
took his ass off at the bp (slime)
ride his ass, then i ride his old jeep
[hook: slimesito and fluhkunxhkos]
ay, pull up on a n+gga now he deceased (for real)
drive down, leave his ass in the street (on gang)
dupe out the n+gga now his ass deceased (bluh)
mob tie, i got choppas when i sleep
my young n+ggas shootin’ for a fee (you know it)
all my young n+ggas move in the skreet (what?)
glock 9 on me seven days a week
got some shooters hoppin’ out that jeep (shoot)
mob tie, you approach a n+gga, ain’t sh+t sweet (at all)
brand+new gl!ck, it’s a 43 (43)
take your b+tch, now that hoe gon’ trap for me (on gang)
dupe out a n+gga, now he not a fiend (bluh)
you don’t want war, you n+ggas can’t compete (you know it)
cut him down bad, now he lunch meat (on gang)
i got some shooters and they from d.c
shoot his ass up, put him on tv (bluh, bluh)
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