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jaydot tre & bloodhound q50 - “shoot him in the head” كلمات أغنية

(intro – jaydot tre)
yeah
b_tch_ass opps know what the f_ck goin’ on
jaydot tre
bloodhound q50
shoot him in the f_ckin’ head, b_tch
grah, grah—what?
boom, boom!

(verse 1 – jaydot tre)
shoot him in the head, watch his brain get split
talkin’ on the net? b_tch, get off my d_ck
i don’t play games, i don’t squash no sh_t
slide in your hood with a glock and a stick
he was postin’ pics, now he postin’ in heaven
glock 17, got a switch like a reverend
pray for his soul, but i sent that message
now his whole fam wearin’ black for the blessin’
i don’t do peace, i be hangin’ with demons
hop out the v, mask on, we creepin’
caught his ass slippin’, blood start leakin’
b_tch was tough ’til we left him not breathin’
candy bar? nah, now it’s worsе
put that boy mama in a long black he_rs_
blood on my hoodie, blood on my shirt
still won’t stop ’til i put ‘еm in dirt
(verse 2 – bloodhound q50)
yeah, q50, b_tch
hit him with the chop, got his dome on fire
heard he was gang, now he up like a flyer
hollow tips burn like a motherf_ckin’ dryer
lil’ n_gga tough? that boy was a liar
stomp him out, then we spin again
this ain’t no game, b_tch, we don’t pretend
draco spit fire, make the whip do spins
now his homies pourin’ out juice for him
ayy, i don’t give a f_ck ‘bout the laws
twelve can’t stop what i do with my dogs
ops get hunted like prey in the fog
shoot from the hip, leave his brains on the log
sayin’ my name? better come with a vest
we aim for the neck, we don’t care ‘bout chest
talk like a k!ller, but died like the rest
that boy got popped, now his gang look stressed

(verse 3 – jaydot tre)
i got no feelings, i don’t feel no remorse
b_tch, i’m the reaper, i’m death with force
walk down slow, make the scene look gory
cl!ck_clack_boom, now he part of my story
jaydot in the field, q50 beside
talkin’ on gang? b_tch, that’s suicide
we don’t just rap, lil’ boy, we slide
heard his last words? that n_gga just cried
this that murder talk, this that rage
slide with a pump like i’m flippin’ a page
bro got booked, but he still got aim
hittin’ yo’ block like a motherf_ckin’ plague
(outro – bloodhound q50)
boom!
shoot him in the head, no love, no light
f_ck all them boys, we up on sight
bloodhound, b_tch, i live that fight
put his name on a shirt, then spin that night
yeah!

- jaydot tre bloodhound q50

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