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smylez - all rappers must die 3 lyrics

[intro: smylez]
all rappers must die 3
we bustin in all yall cribs
we layin all yall down on the floor
and we shootin all yall in yall f-ckin heads
squad

[verse 1: smylez]
all rappers must die welcome to the third chapter
she gon’ swallow all the gas and won’t even burp after
broke n-ggas equal usage when they can’t afford data
if gucci at the end i must’ve read the book backwards
jojo where my hood b-tch
yeah i be with swagg ‘n’ them
n-ggas all gold they can’t afford all platinum
i went to school with half of em
impersonated half of em
i’m a stop em out on facebook and start taggin’ em
n-ggas b-tch i swear to god
if she charge for head, then she probably should be gettin charged
i know n-ggas who do credit scores, they on credit fraud
junkies outside, block like 106 n park
n-gga don’t you swim with sharks
b-tch n-gga i can see you, you are see through
i just might turn youtube into metube
house of pain, we got thirty poppers up in each room
b-tch i got a-e-i and o, i don’t need u
cop a pound, smoke an ounce
break it down, bag and sell
rocks and the clucks out this world like dragon tales
we like thotty bodies, gimme toppy
we play smash and bale
i can teach you how to have that heat b-tch
cl-ss in h-ll
don’t wanna see me back up in that kick though
don’t you start
b-tch i will bus’ up in your front like rosa parks
hop up on my boat, b-tch i float
we got noah’s arc
b-tches losing clothes like it’s bet afterdark
i make my self invisible before i be predictable
bullets we got several, divide an individual
p-ssy good, wouldn’t be surprised if it’s nutritional
but i’ll subrtract a b-tch if she ever get additional, (money)
sneak shootin i hate that
come up in your crib and spray that
catch you in the tub, leave gunpowder all around your shower like ajax
it don’t matter what month she give me june front in the maybach
i heard a opp buyin ten racks
and these broke n-ggas couldn’t pay that
that’s a d-mn shame
30 poppers and hand blades
i like my hoes authentic
i hit a ho that’s handmade
i can afford good fiji but i ain’t too good to drink out the faucet
10k just to work with smylez and like all my payments direct deposit

[verse 2: jank]
all rappers must die
gotta die some day
i go nuts on you soft n-ggas like a sundae
ridin through your strip, my whip fit for a runway
curiosity k!lled the cat, it’s easy to die the dumb way
i ain’t talkin mmg when i say gunplay
k!ll em on friday
casket his -ss monday
i will not sit here and listen to weak -ss lyrics
promoters need to pay me for a f-ckin appearance
i come out with goonies
i don’t need no clearance
pistol whip a f-ck n-gga, smack him with the extension
i’m the hottest n-gga around, the kid is gifted
sh-ttin on anybody that’s within the distance
the haters lookin at me like, “he rap, it ain’t sweet,”
hold your homie down and blow a hole through his knee cap
i kidnap your b-tch and you won’t get no feedback
believe that
send her back to you where the sea at
sittin in my office off a mountain of weed
chopper on my floor while im countin my chesse
xd on me we gon turn up the heat
these rap dudes don’t want to turn up with me
and i don’t do the internet
i don’t sneak diss
i got your b-tch chewing d-cks like winterfresh
beef, i ain’t the one you should go with
you come in the party and see the guys
waving glocks like glow sticks
it’s a green light jack
i’m back on my go sh-t
oh sh-t, the feds waitin, got they -ss dope sick
with us on top, you will not manage
drippin full of damage m-th-f-cka
thats the als ice challenge
your funeral arrangements get your people together
and for any other n-gga make a sequel whenever, (twice)
n-ggas talkin crazy, you should speak to me better
smylez said, “get em”
we gone k!ll em together
im done with these dudes, i done gave em enough
30 something bars, they ain’t payin enough
5000 for a feature, is you payin or what?
if not, get your f-ck -ss away from my truck
i won’t say much
it’s league boii gang and all my n-ggas stay up
f-ckin with us’ll get you sprayed up, j

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