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ciexll - left for dead كلمات أغنية

[intro: sip]
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, c’mon c’mon

[verse 1: sip]
(ight) like jfk, keep one in the head
we painted his shirt with a whole lotta red
all of these n_ggas be soft like ted
his mans ran away, he got left for dead
my pockets obese, they always be fed
yea i know he ain’t die but i know that he bled
(yeah, yeah, you know that n_gga bled)
(ight) i pour me a cup, you know it’s essential
i hit ’em wit lead, but not from a pencil
when i’m f_cking yo b_tch she don’t wanna be gеntle
we spun on his block yea wе got his credentials
that car is not yours, we know it’s a rental
we been going up, y’all see the potential
my shooter r_t_rded; he been going mental

[verse 2: ciexll]
my shooter r_t_rded, he took off his fitted
got dropped from the case he was fully acquitted
i spin onna block and my windows be tinted
lil bro onna chain so i stay independent
choppa restartin’
know i’m the king of this sh_t when i slide on yo block we gon’ shoot like i’m james wit no harden
you got you a gen, but you know i’m ahead so i’m slidin’ wit twins like they gina & martin
my twin is a geek when he sippin’ that lean so we sendin’ em high like a motherf_ckin’ martian
they know ima hitter when i’m onna scene, when i step to yo crib its gon’ sound like i’m marchin’
slide wit’ a ski wit’ a big ass drac and i’m rockin all black like my name was ken carson
my homie a felon, he blowin’ that fye like yo crib was ukraine, commitin’ that arson
[verse 3: sip]
(uh, yeah, commitin’ that arson)
we spinning yo block, skied up like commando
i feel like i’m carti, i was praying to bando
he say i can’t make a stack, but i swear that i can tho
think i don’t know his b_tch, but i swear she a fan tho
running up 2 sticks like i’m straight outta rambo
yea i’m shooting this sh_t like i play for orlando
b_tch play wit’ my d_ck like she playing a banjo

[verse 4: jay]
i play with the p_ssy n_gga like a banjo
too many drugs, i can’t even stay woke
chinese shooter, n_gga be on rednote
n_ggas stay doubting me like ima stay broke
i’m wit yo b_tch, she do what i say so
slimey ass n_gga, anything for pesos
n_gga play tuff, you know that its case closed
sipping the drank, pour it in a faygo
gotta watch out, most these hoes back door
5.7 ripped his chest, he bleeding out, he need a vest
k!lled his mans and sent a pic, we really put sh_t to the test
f_ck his neck, aim for his head
steady leaving n_ggas dead
we pop out ‘subi on louis, all my n_ggas gon’ end up fed
tapped the switch, it made a mess, it took off some of that n_gga’s dreads
the way i’m d_gg_ng the cat down 290, you’ll think i end up dead
[outro: jay]
yeah, c’mon

- ciexll

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