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blackout (producer) - dim da lights كلمات الأغنية

(blackout): how about now, punk -ss n-gga, disrespecting this real sh-t, i got a k!ller m-ss on beat. (better watch your back before we blast) man, i just don’t give a f-ck about a n-gga when i start to buck. so dim da lights, b-tch

verse 1 (blackout)
let me demonstrate how a n-gga buck when he get blasted on
cause that chrome don’t give a f-ck who you be ???
lil coop, lil e, stalkin with the b l a c k o u t
in a trance, buddha got me skitso with the blood on my hands
bustas gettin on my last nerve blowin my god d-mn high
off that erb, haven’t you heard i’ll blast if you say one more d-mn word
smoke about a smoke screen, mind lost
in the world of evil starin at the 4 finna make a punk pay the costs of disrespect
put em in check, then hoe’s in the trunk mane
son said, lil e lets make a bet ??? mane
separate yo legs from yo body, make your ho throw up
then make her suck my d-ck before i put some holes in her guts
dim da lights, bright rims smoke make sure the coast is clear
and if it ain’t i don’t give a mother f-ck cos ima get his -ss right here
boom, -gunshots-, cryin and bleedin last breath no retrievin
n-gga let me introduce yo busta -ss to your maker
faker, hater, f-ckin traitor how you figure that you can fade -ss-ssins
oringinal nightmare k!ller on the murder scene
street bound, juvenile, daddy didn’t give a f-ck about me
frownin when i’m clownin fire burnin spirits takin me
to a place where bodies lay cos i give two f-cks about the g
into my soul, i buck in my sleep can you see i’m the one that will leave yo -ss leakin
in the streets you can’t get some i don’t think so my n-gga
bro go toe to to with any hoe, if you want some so

verse 2 (lil coop)
blowin skiznar triznar on the scene smoke on a leaf, fools on the creep
look into the barrell of the pump, spiral in my dreams
creepin while we sleepin, poppin slugs, dwellin robbin sh-t
lil coop anna with a n-gga test me finger on the trigger, drag him to the nearest ditch
anna best these b-tches in my mind when i cannot sleep
? high rollin, so you thinkin that that boy can’t hide from me
6 6 whip up on a trick to the hideaway sh-lls spray victims lay talkin anna with a b-tch
on the side finger strapped hollow sh-lls to your dome
trap em in a trunk super crunk while i hit a b-tch
cos im gr-ssed when im in the -ss bump a man, feed a man, rob a man get him to the last drop put him in a light hand on the trigger blood into ??? never run from the buckshot
slim and caper stang with the weed cuttin swishers too

destination missions to accomplish plans

verse 3 (lil e)
crazy voices in my head, scared, dim dog the lights on the motherf-ckin chevy thang
pull up to hate, bumpin face, cliznockin this b-tch cocaine
constantly choppin swishers, scopin n-ggas, polishin up my trigger
big boy dope i smoke and choke, tightly grip the f-ckin pistol
busta with no nuts, test these nuts, dig yo future grave
clizzick from that onion call it bunyun we got f-ckin hay
terror in my brain plus insane when i buck cocaine
first he let me buck that b-tch and bury him in a grave mane
tommy had flow to the top, bobbin with that ??? glock
time to take them out they whereabouts, mane blackout backyard
anna on my chest, bl–dy mess, cos my nuts they test
f-ckin with this clizzick playa posse, ho you under arrest
e done bought them lemons down
dim the lights its super on
buck them b-tches in the chest til i see some f-ckin bone
comin from his mouth, naw n-gga i ain’t from the south
but they down with e if they wanna take yo punk -ss out
bbv just say buck that b-tch, dump em in a ditch then hit that light green sh-t
super criznock c-ck that fiznock his nose with a fist fulla grip
my punk, you got caught, slippin lurkin in the dark
b-tch you ain’t no k!lla, ho and you ain’t got no plastic glock
then i smoke a blunt, turn on your tombstone in the f-ckin park
n-gga when you come ho, b-tch you better do it right
bbv and metro heights, n-ggas down we dimmin them lights

(outro)
dim the f-ckin lights cos my n-gga we don’t give a f-ck
k!llers on the scene with them thangs just go buck buck

dim the f-ckin lights cos my n-gga we don’t give a f-ck
k!llers on the scene with them thangs just go buck buck

- blackout producer

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