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cml lavish d - gunned down كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: prince dreda]
don’t get gunned down
if you ain’t with the business
we stripping and slipping
get found off in that sticky position
don’t get gunned down
tryna stop at a red light
music on full blast, all you see is the headlights
don’t get gunned down
trying to cat and go see a b-tch
that’s your -ss, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick
don’t get gunned down
for not watching your back
and popping your back
in the process of c-cking your strap

[verse 1: cml lavish d]
cml n-gga
yellow tape gang
check it
we got 40s, we got fns, and ars (what else?)
we got bullets for the first n-gga who play hard (on god)
n-gga your pockets don’t eat, my sh-t stay large (i’m rich)
b-tch long as you paying me, my d-ck stay hard (that part hoe)
i ain’t talking to you n-ggas, ain’t no conversation (nope)
i’m in my tele counting money, this the confirmation (bank’d up)
breaking on yo’ baby mama, that’s my occupation (hoe)
these n-ggas faking like they balling, that’s what got ’em hating (little n-gga)
i told dame, we gon’ ball on these broke n-ggas (balling)
you n-ggas act just like hoes, i want to choke n-ggas (on set)
these n-ggas mad for no reason, ion even know n-ggas (ion even know you n-gga)
b-tch we headed to the top, and you can’t go with us (nuh uh uh uh)
get your mask cracked open trying to play tough (don’t play n-gga)
n-ggas real in iraq, i don’t play much (nuh uh uh uh)
interrogated for 3 hours, i ain’t say much (i ain’t say sh-t)
so we gon’ chop your -ss down n-gga, straight up

[verse 2: prince dreda]
don’t get gunned down
it’s guns down, now or later
you get got, when there’s bread on your top, like a dining table
baby k might start a tornado, it’s a sign of nature
holes in his bottom, middle, top, like binder paper
yankees out n-gga k call him pacquiao
every round
knock my target down, n-gga ask me how
50 round d-ck
turning like i’m ’bout to bust a b-tch
the chop, hit the bottom and the top, so f-ck that ducking sh-t
gutta sh-t, b-tch, 1100 take him out
51 suspicious felons known for pulling yankees out
and stay yankeed up
you’re walking then i’m yanking up
your slipping transmission, on the way to pick your yankee up
and i bet your yankee tough, he’s mine, on the lap to squeeze
fully automatic, take 9 from the j-panese
one squeeze take out his spine and collapse his knees
hopping out with mine while you f-ggots freeze

[verse 3: cml lavish d]
check it
these n-ggas working with the police, i swear they is (rrt)
it’s f-cked up i can’t prove it, but i swear they is (rrt rrt)
i be doing h-lla sh-t these n-ggas never did (on god)
i’m too big for the city b-tch, i’m h-lla it

[verse 4: prince dreda]
i died, came back, died, now i’m back again (here)
everybody give me 5 like a half of 10 (here)
pulling drills in that red candy apple benz (b-tch)
workshop, coming out the top, like an apple stem (rah)

[verse 5: cml lavish d]
you n-ggas should of knocked me down on some real sh-t (on set)
we took your n-gga off the set, he a real b-tch (n-gga)
n-ggas fronting for these hoes like they k!ll sh-t (they don’t)
drill team send a n-gga on a fieldtrip

[verse 6: prince dreda]
more like yankee out on you n-ggas
get nailed with that hammer
cannons with bananas, send animals to the slammer
get to cramming it, right in front of the gas station on the camera
pull that yankee out on you n-gga, blam blam

- cml lavish d

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