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auxxk – black saturday كلمات اغاني

been thinking a lot
been drinking a lot
smokin so heavy
i’m part of the sky
life been a b-tch
sh-t is a glitch
i felt like i died
sick to stomach
heart full of ice
can’t f-ck wit no phonies
that sh-t out of line
my time on the line
ain’t wasting a dime

ain’t f-cking wit nothing but benji’s
blade on my hip like i’m rinji
life in my hands and pending
slept on me now you offended
lately been feeling moe distant
lately been feeling too iffy
pistol stay full ain’t no loafing
posing i break yo composure
closer, this sh-t ain’t hostes

soul in the air, i won’t post sh-t
snitching i cannot condone it
astral projection i’m on it
shots at yo head, now you zoning
phone in you calling, yo homies
sorry them n-ggas they know me

they don’t want none of this pressure
they don’t want none of this pressure
they don’t want none of this pressure
they don’t want none of this pressure
they don’t want none of this pressure

let’s get to part where i show, dat we really different
f-ck all that b-tching and talking
walk up, it’s one in the chamber
lil n-gga
you living to dangerous
treat yo -ss like you was stranger
finger been itching, might strangle
tangle ya life, wit hollow
no shinigami
just pistols
holes in ya chest
they going miss you

it ain’t no case
mask on my face

dey calling me crazy, they asking bout bodies, like shady, you ain’t tote shotti, but trust me, i road wit the pistols, walk wit my b-tch

parinoid f-cker
n-ggas was moving to shady

told them it’s f-ck you or pay me

k!ll

can’t figure out how they going end me

k!ll

ain’t feeling them shots they sending

k!ll

you not bout that sh-t, imma witness

talking bout about they going slay
notes on my door like they hate me
trust when i catch you, no fade b
4 5 going to you to gravy

bullets for low
black friday

street sweep ya block for the low
never going look for consignment
my n-ggas riding wit poles
up off the left, chuck norris boot in chest
buck shot rip through ya vest, teflon i turn that to streads

now it’s a sunday, you sleep in yo best
sound getting crazy, they feeling the stress
how he keep changing, i thought he was dead
but b-tch i’m the devil, i really been dead
life been some sh-t, since my pops met his end
now i’m on one, so don’t ask if i’m good
just know i ain’t loafing
no not if i could
don’t sleep on the regular
night terrors real
so back to reality
just check of hit a mil

give a f-ck if i’m poppin
just pay me, or come wit the drama

- auxxk

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