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sniper gang - face down lyrics

[chorus]
face down, face down (rob ’em)
face down (rob ’em), face down (rob ’em)
you ain’t gon’ smack him, you ain’t gon’ put that n+gga face down
we get away with it and talk about it all on face time
face down (rob ’em), face down (rob ’em)
face down (rob ’em), face down
who up the scope? boy we slidin’ all up outa roscoe’s
i’m busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho’s

[verse 1]
her n+gga made my dawg momma cry
and i cut off every n+gga who ain’t slide
seven n+ggas, braggin’ on one body
but i know five, six of they ass lyin’
we beat the block ’til that b+tch shake
and they said they know it’s me cause i love playing dirty, k
same n+gga that i’m beefin’ with
i f+cked his momma, he was in prison, i gave her that dirty d+ck
all you rappers that be dissin’ on lil’ yak
swear he gotta a brother who be jumpin’ black (splat)
but for real let’s get it over with
how the h+ll you fo’ a rap (lord), f+ck all that rappin’ sh+t

[chorus]
face down (leave ’em), face down (leave ’em)
face down (leave ’em), face down
you ain’t gon’ smack him, you ain’t gon’ put that n+gga face down
we get away with it and talk about it all on face time (leave ’em)
face down (leave ’em), face down (leave ’em)
face down (leave ’em), face down (leave ’em)
who up the scope? boy we slidin’ all up outa roscoe’s
i’m busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho’s
[verse 2]
ain’t got no bodies, so why the f+ck you talkin’ then?
glizzy’s with the d+ck, and it’s dirty
murk him, i been huntin’
all the mornin’ bird’s chirpin’
i hit ’em with that hawke, i know his name was hermen (lord)
b+tch you know i missed brack, we like air freshener and tater chips
mash and we finna spray sh+t
give mine+
aunty on some f+ck sh+t
told her friends i shot at ’em, but i’m on my war crime
tell that ho in black n’ white
got me lookin’ lie my name, that’s why they call me “syk”
didumdigad real stupid, face down n+gga, i love it when he lose it
he ain’t got no mind, he be throwing a hunnid rounds
jumpin’ out daylight, b+tches dyin’
they sent my n+gga to the sky, we got a call
devil bacin’, son of a b+tch behind

- sniper gang lyrics

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