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bigg unccc – gun don’t work كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
(ka_ching)

[chorus]
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work (graveyard gang, no hospital gang)
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt (yeah)
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt (let’s go)
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh (let’s go)
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work
[verse]
yeah, i’m sellin’ dope ’til my thumbs hurt
‘fore i sold dope, i had got me a gun first
stopped hittin’ this b_tch i ain’t need and i learned first
i never took a loss, yeah, i had to learn first
runnin’ through checks, yeah, i do this sh_t day to day
i’m in the trap with one_fifty, i’m pushin’ weight
i just left from cali, got two hundred on the way
i’m choppin’ this ho from the back, she sell hair and do real estate
smokin’ dead men out the turkey bag
n_gga ass play with the gang, i’ma shirt his ass
ayy, f_ck the fame, i’ll sell you an ounce in a burglar bag
i pull in the hood in a car with the stolen tags
johnny dang bling, got your b_tch on my gold name
real street n_gga, h_ll nah, i’m not cocaine
uh, i jump out the b_tch and i hit this b_tch up ’til it four flat
this just how it is, naw, we can’t get our folks back

[chorus]
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work (graveyard gang, no hospital gang)
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt (yeah)
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt (let’s go)
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh (let’s go)
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf_ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work

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