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ciexll - left for dead 3 كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: jay]
(heh, check it)
two twin glocks, and they two tone
n_gga talk sh_t, get hit wit’ the chrome
tired of these hoes, won’t leave me alone
get mad every time i don’t check my phone
fine sh_t say she love me, and she love the way my za this strong
you can’t be around if you not on the timing that i’m on
(heh)
when me and the guys go up, we finna be in the studio
i got tired of my ex_b_tch whinin’, bye b_tch, you too moody hoe
cut sh_t out like a movie hoe
lil’ b_tch, i’m not yo average joe
imma go up onna stage and change the waves, b_tch i’m the next lil’ o
rp10, it’s beatin’ my ass
no yerks, make a n_gga wanna crash
on 290, i’m goin’ too fast
by any means, i get to the bag
gotta stay chasin’ the money, can’t just sit there reminiscing ’bout the past
n_gga play tuff, ima feel bad, 5.56 gon’ go through his back
i’m so slimey, stay wit’ a gun on my hip, so you know that n_gga can’t lack
i’m inna trench, feel like i’m stuck, it’s a need for me to stay chasin’ the sack
7.62 make a n_gga run track, n_gga can’t run from a .300 black
n_gga gotta stay inna paint, that’s easy buckets, dunk on a n_gga like shaq
fine sh_t said every time i talk, she feel just like the ocean
i can’t risk havin’ a son, can’t f_ck without a trojan
quick to slime a n_gga out, i’m leavin’ that backdoor wide open
quick to go and get it hot, i think that all my cars is stolen
[verse 2: sip]
i think that all my cars is stolen, f_ck that b_tch, i left her broken
in yo’ b_tch, i’m steady stroking, pop a perc’, i’m overloading
.300 black, his head exploding, don’t diss mine, don’t think i’m joking
first b i caught, i still be smoking, looking at me, her panties soaking
too much drugs, i’m overdosing, think my body decomposing
i’m one of them ones, i think i’m chosen, watch yo’ back, that back door open
michael phelps, i’m in her ocean, me and the gang got h_lla motion
can’t give no love, got no emotions, i’m in love with purple potion
ight look, try me and the gang, you just might end up on t.v
can’t f_ck that hoe, cause she too creepy
bad lil’ light skin b_tch i think her name was cc, like chanel
f_ck boy try me, i send him to h_ll
my plug he a beaner, call ’em miguel
i been way too above, tryna excel
i been going through sh_t, you could never feel
my pops locked up, this sh_t getting real
been doing these drugs, just hoping i heal
f_ck n_gga try me, get hit with this steel
been hiding my pain, i had to conceal
been losing my mind, this sh_t get surreal
gotta hide who i am, to fit the appeal
me and the gang tryna ball like shaquille
highway to h_ll, i’m taking the wheel
losing myself, i’m turning heel
losing myself, i’m way too lost
gotta do what i do, i don’t care about the cost
walk inna store, i don’t care ’bout the cost
i gotta stay focus, don’t forget this sh_t my pops had taught
(b_tch)
[verse 3: ciexll]
(d_mn, d_mn, d_mn)
long live d, keep the sh_t that he taught
that n_gga a snitch, we spin on default
last n_gga that ratted, my shooter just caught
he work for the feds, he bringin’ a halt
two faced ass n_gga, would’ve thought it was walt
got 7.62, keep that sh_t inna vault
i feel like i’m turner the way i revolt
like d_mn, why n_ggas tryna go snitch onna gang, we catch you outside, and the glock get to fryin’
same ass n_gga that tried to go switch onna gang, he hit ’em, that f_ck n_gga cryin’
i stay wit’ the bread, just like i’m a duck, my pockets obese, needa fetch ’em a diet
mama said she was too proud of the boy, she told me some sh_t and i really apply it
switch ’em down, i got that choppa on my back like erron black
sip and jay be innat cut, we settin’ plays, they pushin’ packs
they pushin’ packs, and i’m gettin’ my kush up
i slide wit’ a drac’, make that motherf_cker push up
i feel like i’m charlie, we sniffin’ that good stuff
too dumb wit’ the stick, make the fye go and cook stuff
switchin’ this sh_t, we switch up the flow
my reticle beam sendin’ shots to yo door
k!lled too many mans, i got me a choppa gunner, like a flute make that motherf_cker blow
van gogh wit’ the stick, paint his ass onna floor
i’m sippin’ on goop, we sippin’ on 4s
got 720s, dog that sh_t like a pro
them n_ggas on tour so we shot up the show
we did ’em like elsa, we lettin’ it go
no russian roulette, spin the wheel on these hoes
that p_ss n_gga runnin’, we taggin’ his toe
bad sh_t, tryna f_ck, but she don’t even know
2 sticks like i’m drummin’, we shot at his folks
we choppin’ up za, tryna run up the dough
that n_gga a clown, we makin’ ’em float, and we sendin’ him high like a motherf_ckin’ pope

- ciexll

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