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leechy boi – sending out shots كلمات اغاني

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[hook: t-money]

sending out shots
n-gga we came from the block
we know that you talk to the cops
n-ggas, y’all ops
b-tch, we came from the drought
when our pockets were dry and we’re out
we had no bread
n-gga, you gon’ write me a check
and this knife’ll come at your neck
you’ll end up dead
bullets they flying your way
and you know that they hitting direct

[verse: leechy boi]

i can’t hide what i’ve became
you can’t buy,why i’m ashamed
i feel fine, you can’t relate
i’ll unwind into a case
got a 5 inch knife, enter your face
and 12 might find blood on my blade
but i grin wide and i proclaim
that red’s mine, all it’s the same
blood all in my spit, grew up in the pit
rotted in the bas-m-nt, now your face getting split
red run down my neck, now a body’s in a crypt
try to play the hero, and you end up getting crippled
i keep blades, ho, f-ck your strap, no bullets in my f-cking knife
afraid of heights? run off, don’t forget to cut your f-cking lights
came from strife, lurking in the darkness, better fear a strike
take your life, they won’t find the body, once it’s chopped and fried
i ride on your block and i’m itching to buck you
not on g-y sh-t, but i’m down to f-ck you
riding with haitians, sak p-sse jugboon?
ou paka bat m’wen, you cannot run through
leechy, you stupid, you sickening, aye
i got amphetamines inside my brain
biting the jugular, i’m still insane
doxxing myself, you still know where i stay

[hook: t-money] (x3)

sending out shots
n-gga we came from the block
we know that you talk to the cops
n-ggas, y’all ops
b-tch, we came from the drought
when our pockets were dry and we’re out
we had no bread
n-gga, you gon’ write me a check
and this knife’ll come at your neck
you’ll end up dead
bullets they flying your way
and you know that they hitting direct

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