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killa renz - bloody crossroads كلمات أغنية

[intro]

ayy, who the f_ck is that? (who the f_ck is that?)
bounce out, where you goin’? (where you goin’?)
come here, b_tch—uh, uh, uh

[chorus]
see a opp, hop out with a chop, let it rip, give a f_ck ‘bout a mask (f_ck a mask)
nah, this ain’t real, all these raps just props, but the feds still on my ass (f_ck 12)
hoes don’t love me for me, that love be fake, they just want me for the cash (b_tch, get back)
i love this life i live, but it come with risks, any day could be my last (could be gone today)
post on the block, we lurkin’, camp out, soon as he pop out, he gettin’ stretched (gеttin’ left)
head tap, brain splat, ain’t no vest gon’ stop this tec (ain’t no vеst)
don’t play with my gang, lil’ b_tch, you gon’ die, keep a stick with a switch and a drum on the side (grrr)
i could say his name, but f_ck it, that boy already fried (he got smoked)

[verse]
ridin’ in a blacked_out whip, masked up, but you still gettin’ hit (still gettin’ hit)
lil’ bro just upped that bl!ck, hit his top, made his whole sh_t split (brains on the bricks)
we ain’t beefin’ on the net, b_tch, we in the trenches, sendin’ threats (p_ssy)
ayy, “k!lla, what you smokin’?” that’s the last opp, he got left (p_ssy packed)
i beat that b_tch back in, made her scream my name, now she obsessed (she love the set)
hollows rip his chest, left his body stiff, now he laid to rest (r.i.p)
f_ck ‘em, they in the car? i’m still dumpin’ (brr)
how the f_ck it’s 2024 and these n_ggas still runnin’? (where you goin’?)
this ain’t a mac, it’s a fully auto, hit the switch, push b_ttons (a real b_tton)
i hate a b_tch who talk too much, shut up if you ain’t on nothin’ (shut the f_ck up)
slide time, hit my phone, lil’ bro say, “how we comin’?” (how we comin’?)
ty tweakin’, yeah, he on that car, but lil’ bro already dumpin’ (get ‘em gone)
we don’t cuff these hoes, we hit ‘em, then we leave ‘em, they be sl_ttin’ (f_ck that b_tch)
we play ball, f_ck rap, we catch ‘em lackin’, we ain’t bluffin’ (ain’t no talkin’)
on that block, we jump out with beams, you know how this go (red dot)
sit back, listen, teach you how to get away, just play it slow (shhh)
you trust these hoes, you dumb as f_ck, they droppin’ lows (set up)
wanna beef with us? ain’t scared of sh_t, let’s see who blow (p_ssy)
[chorus]
see a opp, hop out with a chop, let it rip, give a f_ck ‘bout a mask
nah, this ain’t real, all these raps just props, but the feds still on my ass
hoes don’t love me for me, that love be fake, they just want me for the cash
i love this life i live, but it come with risks, any day could be my last
post on the block, we lurkin’, camp out, soon as he pop out, he gettin’ stretched
head tap, brain splat, ain’t no vest gon’ stop this tec
don’t play with my gang, lil’ b_tch, you gon’ die, keep a stick with a switch and a drum on the side
i could say his name, but f_ck it, that boy already fried

(outro)
yeah…
p_ssy…
grrr…

- killa renz

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