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unaverage gang - smells of a rotting corpse lyrics

[t.r.i.p.]

800 horse on my blacked out gtr
ain’t no keys to the whip we just hop in push to start
little b+tches acting stupid like y’all don’t know who we are
b+tch we blowing off the charts while y’all n+ggas stuck in park
flexing like i lift
yo b+tch wet when i drift
ain’t f+ckin wit no snitch
69 bodies r.i.p
left to rest in p+ss
your flow is counterfeit
all your f+ckin mumbling sound like y’all sucking d+ck

riding with my semi+automatic in traffic
a f+ckin fully loaded mini van with a bunch of my savages
pulling over on the freeway show these f+ck boys what’s happening
bullets flying fast as sonic f+ck em up then be back again

[vague]

blades, drugs, p+ssies always seem to run the f+cken game
all you b+tches sound the same
clout demons on a chase
put a 9 to your face, a familiar disgrace
i’m lovin all the f+cken blood i can taste
run the game till you take our lives

not the same i hope you realize
we keep on making music so that you can feel alive
uav is in yo chest, we always deep inside

sometimes you’re feelin all alone
pain and suffering the never endin tone
many things that’s in this life is left unknown
can only hold back what you can’t condone

- unaverage gang lyrics

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