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bludwalk - 1234 كلمات أغنية

[intro]
oh
one, two, three, four (outby16 or dead on the scene but together for f_cking forever)
one, two, three, four (outby16, or dead on the scene, but together for f_cking ever)
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four

[chorus]
oh, i smoke this pack, it’s so exotic (so exotic)
like what’s that smell? somebody farted (somebody farted)
i got the chopper in the closet (closet)
i got some cash up in my wallet (wallet)
and if we got a problem, we can solve it
’cause you know quinn not with the talkin’ (one, two, three, four)
i’m off the sh_ts, can’t hear you callin’ (one, two, three, four)
i’m smokin’ dope until i fall in (one, two, three, four)

[interlude]
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
[verse 1]
woah
yeah, we turn your bro into exotic
come get your mans, i don’t want y’all in my pocket
i’m off the drank, uh, baby know i’m noddin’
ayy, who at the door? the feds knockin’
hop inside the whip, i’m doin’ ninety, i got three stars
take your life, ain’t no comin’ back, not no restart
open up the door, i need more, body on the floor
and you leave me with a deep voice like i’m f_ckin’ corpse
i’m gone in one, two, three, four
dipped out the party askin’ “eric what you leave for?”
posted with quinn, that’s a person i would bleed for
don’t give a sh_t, that boy talk over a keyboard

[verse 2]
one, two, three, shots into your f_ckin’ head
hard to believe all the lies that you f_ckin’ said
shotgun gonna blast in your f_ckin’ chest
i gotta clean the crime scene, it’s such a mess (nov_, nov_, novagang)
i got blood, it’s on my loafers, i spilled blood up on my shoes
i don’t think about the sh_t that i say or the sh_t i do
i just think that that sh_t’s cool and then i end up followin’ through
only know one single thing, the fact that i don’t f_ck with you
i got my hand on the trigger
mama never raised a quitter
i got in a f_cking fight because he called me ______
and i’m wanted like it’s gta (one, two, three, four)
got an m4, let it spray
don’t care what you think or say (one, two, three, four)
plotting on your final days
i got death inside my mind every single second
i shoot them shots, we gonna shoot them right into your section
i don’t give f_cks about your feelings, ’bout your dumb affection
hallucinating all the time, i feel like i’m eleven
[chorus]
oh, i smoke this pack, it’s so exotic (so exotic)
like what’s that smell? somebody farted (somebody farted)
i got the chopper in the closet (closet)
i got some cash up in my wallet (wallet)
and if we got a problem, we can solve it
’cause you know quinn not with the talkin’ (one, two, three, four)
i’m off the sh_ts, can’t hear you callin’ (one, two, three, four)
i’m smokin’ dope until i fall in (one, two, three, four)

[outro]
one (yeah), two (yeah), three (yeah), four (yeah)
one (yeah), two (yeah), three (yeah), four (yeah)
one (yeah), two (yeah), three (yeah), four (yeah)
one (yeah), two (yeah), three (yeah), four (yeah)
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four

- bludwalk

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