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blaze ya dead homie & bukshot - j.a.f.u.d. (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: blaze ya dead homie]
i woke up to a couple molotovs for breakfast
porch on fire, gonna be a f_cked up day, i’m guessin’ (day i’m guessin’)
lookin’ like somebody out here tryna teach a lesson (teach a lesson)
don’t they know a dead man can’t be k!lled? why am i stressin’? (why am i stressin’?)
happens all the time, stand in line, ain’t the first to try
ain’t gon’ be the last, think they feelin’ fine ’cause they blind
wanna see me gone and rotten, downfall they plottin’
everyday another scheme, no signs of stoppin’
feed me sh_lls like a seashore (seashore)
bullet holes in all my walls, yo, they f_ckin’ up my decor (decor)
and while i’m lyin’ in the rubble, i retort without delay
d_mn knew it’d be another f_cked up day

[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
[verse 2: bukshot]
woke up, baby momma talkin’ sh_t again (f_ckin’ b_tch)
dogs barkin’ upstairs at the garbageman (d_mn)
see a bunch of missed calls on my cell phone (ugh)
i can tell someone ’bout to catch some h_ll, homes (mhm)
check the mail, got a letter from the government
b_tch! i done did my time, you hoes on some other sh_t (man)
note posted on the front door, landlord
text from my ex, she keep callin’ me a manwh0re
assh0l_! whack rapper pr_ck wishin’ me dead (uh huh)
why you think i’m single, dawg? guess i’m just a d_ckhead (what it is)
check the time, i’m late to the studio
just another f_cked up day, peep the music, ho

[verse 3: monoxide]
it don’t matter, i don’t care if y’all are ready or not
me, buk, and blaze about to k!ll you like a heart when it stop
it’s like a meeting of the madness when the three of us rock
we leave you bleedin’ just for practice, leave you soaked like a mop
(soaked like a mop)
now everybody has some issues, yours with the spot
that i marked an x on the floor where your body had dropped
it’s f_cked up and i’m sure you never thought you’d get caught
but here we are face to face with all the pain that you brought
a dark day for me for sure and there’s no memory lost
i remember like yesterday and all the pain that you caused
and now it’s time to pay you back with my wickedest thoughts
and i got nothing left to say except this comes from the heart
[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f_cked up day (day, day)

- blaze ya dead homie bukshot

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