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gxner. – ain’t nobody gonna leave كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
(takizava, spilled yo’ blood)
(you’re a goner)

[chorus]
yeah, hop up in the cut just like i bleed
my extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
i be sinnin’ in these christians, i got blood up on my sleeves
we subtract him, quick division, ain’t n0body gonna leave

[verse]
yeah, leave his body by the bridge (let the_)
leave no evidence, his case run colder than a fridge
he be talkin’ out his neck and now his throat is all in slits
and now my heart is turnin’ black it’s turnin’ darker than eclipse
yeah, raid his house let me blitz (let me blitz)
yeah, circle back, no ellipse (no ellipse)
yeah, hit his head make it split (make it split)
yeah, and none these bills counterfeit
if i’m up on stage then i’m rockin’ some ricks
i’m infected at the core now
bodies hit the street, i ain’t even up in gore now
think he safe right when he sleep, i be hidin’ in the corner
all his homies underneath, we be steppin’ on they corpse now
you only leavin’ as a corpse
you only leavin’ as a corpse
you only leavin’ as a_
[chorus]
yeah, hop up in the cut just like i bleed
my extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
i be sinnin’ in these christians, i got blood up on my sleeves
we subtract him, quick division, ain’t n0body gonna leave

[post_chorus]
yeah, hop up in the cut just like i bleed
my extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
i be sinning in these christians, i got blood up on my sleeves
we subtract him, quick division, ain’t n0body gonna leave
we subtract him, quick division, ain’t n0body gonna leave
we subtract him, quick division, ain’t n0body gonna leave

[verse 2]
you gon’ die inside this room and that’s a fact
i’ma smile while you bleed, all my homies gonna laugh
i can’t lie, i like lean, i’ma sip to relax
i’m so fly truey jeans with a big bunny bag
i can’t leave the trap unless i got a blade, yeah
and we gon’ double back, put hollows in his brain, yeah
like i’ma runningback, i hit hoes every day, yeah
like i’ma quarterback, i’m only making plays, yeah
yeah, we put him under the earth
i keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse
yeah, we put him under the earth
i keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse
[chorus]
yeah, hop up in the cut just like i bleed
my extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
i be sinnin’ in these christians, i got blood up on my sleeves
we subtract him, quick division, ain’t n0body gonna leave (takizava, spilled yo’ blood)