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jay5ive & ync traislime - dead n*ggas كلمات أغنية

[intro: jay5ive]
grrah, sweepers, sweepers

[chorus: jay5ive & ync traislime]
quick draw, let me get in my zone, tell trai put the phone down, they tapping the phones
i’m smoking that n_gga they left on his own, he play with my body, the glizzy get shown
fire got me on dumb sh_t, smoking [?] dad, dumb b_tch, drop a pink i bring conflict
heavy feet, know i run sh_t (n_gga know i run sh_t)
but i bet that he run when the gun cl!ck, i’m off a addy, two percs and i’m busting
don’t know if it’s [?] or 3g’s but it’s punching, be gone off the ‘dotty, i think that i’m buggin’
know i can roll up dead sh_t, pull a blunt out, roll up [big roll?] (i pull it out)
’cause lil’ frrt left with his d_ck out, tryna nut, came through his back door (n_gga f_ckin’ goofy)

[verse: jay5ive & ync traislime]
why would you jump in the streets? you don’t got a gun, n_gga, why would you lack for?
n_ggas was rappin’ and all in the booth, i was outside with my gun tryna clap for
i was pushin’ the [?], brrrt tryna pack some
it’s overstood in the hood i’ma whack some
you can get in the car with a slimе, you smack some
rollin’ up dead opps soon as the pack comе
i’m in the back of the v with a handgun
she wanna f_ck ’cause she say that i’m handsome
kidnap his brother and hold him for ransom
can’t be my b_tch if you can’t keep your pants up
freak b_tch, she model shaped like a dancer
now she on my bop tryna eat my banana
i might nut on her face, got no chill, where’s my manners
she f_ck with the opps, but tonight i’ma chance it
he trust me, got him took down
he sweet, i need it, move the f_ck ’round
i’m quick to slide, but not no playground
this a known fact, i don’t play ’round
know i can’t go, got the bl!ck in new york
think i’m loafin’, i’m clappin’, see me in court
headtap, this a sport
ticket to h_ll with no airport (n_gga)
[chorus: jay5ive & ync traislime]
quick draw, let me get in my zone, tell trai put the phone down, they tapping the phones
i’m smoking that n_gga they left on his own, he play with my body, the glizzy get shown
fire got me on dumb sh_t, smoking [?] dad, dumb b_tch, drop a pink i bring conflict
heavy feet, know i run sh_t (n_gga know i run sh_t)
but i bet that he run when the gun cl!ck, i’m off a addy, two percs and i’m busting
don’t know if it’s [?] or 3g’s but it’s punching, be gone off the ‘dotty, i think that i’m buggin’
know i can roll up dead sh_t, pull a blunt out, roll up [big roll?] (i pull it out)
’cause lil’ frrt left with his d_ck out, tryna nut, came through his back door (n_gga f_ckin’ goofy)

[outro: jay5ive]
don’t got a gun, n_gga, why would you lack for?
grrah, grrah, grrah

- jay5ive ync traislime

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