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brwd.lu & alicksatplay! - we ain't stoppin' كلمات أغنية

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[pre_chorus: brwd.lu]
aim it at his head, he gon’ die, we ain’t tryin’
cryin’, all these n_ggas sad, so i left ’em in the back
if my boys gettin’ jumped, we gon’ slide ’til we dyin’
this is more than homicide
get the f_ck up off this domicile
we gon’ k!ll him, he a pedophile
i ain’t lyin’
got two guns in my bag, we ain’t tryin, pull up to the_ (fivetwonine)

[chorus: brwd.lu]
i be makin’ money, run it up, rollercoasters
movin’ h_lla fast on the track, who gon’ stop us?
flyin’ in the sky, like some birds, we some vultures
pull up with the heat, yeah, we pull up with the trenches
shot him and he died, cook him up, french fries
keep two bl!cks on my side, we got guns, homicide
aye, we pull up, we ain’t lyin’
we ain’t lyin, shot ’em and he dyin’
glock with a switch, it go, “brr”, we ain’t stoppin’
ridin’ in the coupe, drop the top, we gon’ pop it
lamborghini fast, yeah we crashed it, underpass
smokin’ h_lla gas, i just farted out my ass
gas in my ass, these n_ggas can’t breathe
n_ggas can’t see me
google, nike, n_gga, i’m a g_nius
“white lives matter?”, give a f_ck about opinions
yeezy season, all ten seasons
ridin’ every weekend
thank god for the season, aye
be the reason
[verse 1: brwd.lu]
aim it at his head, he gon’ die, we ain’t tryin’
cryin’, all these n_ggas sad, so i left ’em in the back
if my boys gettin’ jumped, we gon’ slide ’til we dyin’
this is more than homicide, get the f_ck up off my ride
k!ll him, he a pedophile
all these hoes outta’ style
pull up to yo’ domicile, n_____
n_____

[pre_chorus: brwd.lu]
aim it at his head, he gon’ die, we ain’t tryin’
cryin’, all these n_ggas sad, so i left ’em in the back
if my boys gettin’ jumped, we gon’ slide ’til we dyin’
this is more than homicide

get the f_ck up off this domicile
we gon’ k!ll him, he a pedophile
i ain’t lyin’
got two guns in my bag, we ain’t tryin, pull up to the_

[chorus: brwd.lu]
i_i_i be makin’ money, run it up, rollercoasters
movin’ h_lla fast on the track, who gon’ stop us?
flyin’ in the sky, like some birds, we some vultures
pull up with the heat, yeah, we pull up with the trenches
shot him and he died, cook him up, french fries
keep two bl!cks on my side, we got guns, homicide
pull up, and they dyin’
yeah, we ain’t lyin’
glock with a switch, it go, “brr”, we ain’t stoppin’
ridin’ in the coupe
drop the top, we gon’ pop it
lamborghini fast, but we crashed it, in the underpass
smokin’ h_lla grass, i just farted out my ass
gas in my ass, these n_ggas can’t breathe
n_ggas can’t see me
google, nike, n_gga, i’m a g_nius
“white lives matter?”, give a f_ck about opinions
yeezy season, all ten seasons
ridin’ every weekend, aye
thank god for the season, for the season
aye
(fivetwonine)
[instrumental by al!cksatplay!]

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