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li rye - i don't respond (first day out) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
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[verse]
n_ggas mad they can’t get on, b_tch, i put work in for these diamonds
i look down to this new cartier and i say, “perfect timin'”
i know that her love ain’t good for me, i call her poison island
it’s percocets in my promethazine, that’s why i’m never drivin’
we pop out clean as f_ck, i take your b_tch and nut all on her face, n_gga
pop out, cuh leave headshots, i leave that to my favorite hitters
looked up, seen a red dot, heard he got his face popped like a pimple
active with my pistol, i leave a hole in your facе like a dimple
bettеr pick a side before you die like malcolm in the middle
i ain’t never been a victim, always the one behind the pistol
i’m first one to pull the trigger, li rye the type lil’_boy a k!ller
we turn your wife to a thriller, b_tch, how your spot get hit with a switch?
these n_ggas think they bulletproof, p_ssy n_gga make me bullet you
we done showed n_ggas what fullies do, can’t hide, these b_tches comin’ through
we catchin’ you, we gunnin’ you down, n_gga
stretch how you fall, n_gga, leave bullets in your crown, n_gga
hold on, huh, south ain’t got twenty_six, we ridin’ ’round with fully sticks
you know i like nut in my b_tch, why you think she on top of sh_t?
five_seven, that’s why i’m on c_cky sh_t, i’m short, but i’m still rockin’ sh_t
i blew up like a rocket, b_tch, whack him, knock him off the list
rose gold, i just took a p_ss, fresh as f_ck, might take a pic
in the dark, my diamonds glist’, she say i got the finest wrist
rocket how these diamonds hit, mileage, but i know i’m lit
hottie wan’ eat on my d_ck, scottie pippen dunk on sh_t
rod wave wrote the wrist, ain’t see no n_gga colder this
he p_ssy, he ain’t blow his bl!ck, love to see blood, they say i’m sick
b_tch, i raise the murder rate, turnt up, these n_ggas love to hate
i’m young with so much on my plate, f_cked up my n_ggas turnin’ fake
guess they hate to know i’m great, paralyze with demons in my face
i see death up in my face, quick to blow, won’t hesitate
hope i don’t overdose one day, spiritual, but i don’t never pray
he play and he gon’ meet his faith, rrt, r.i.p. to his face
two r.i.p.s in my face, r.i.p. red, r.i.p. eric
got love for all the bros, i know he think that i don’t be carin’
big heart, i give ’em what i can, they think that i don’t be sharin’
hitter ain’t whack him in his yard ’cause with me hand up his pact
these n_ggas see li rye and thankin’ me, ain’t got sh_t else to do
they try to close the door, i don’t give a f_ck, b_tch know i’m comin’ through
got my respect with murder, i step on sh_t with my socks, say i’m shoe
they think i’m cray ’cause i don’t give a f_ck, i’m quick to step on you
i been poppin’ percocets, how many i’m on? right now it’s two
i keep poppin’ percocets, before the night gon’ be a few
started off with just one body, now we above like a few
yeah, this sh_t is faneto, we can rip him in a zoo
i get money in my sleep, i feel like a f_ckin’ jew
we been f_ckin’ for a week, so i’ma call her my lil’ boo
i don’t stay too far, in utah, take a trip to see the view, ha, who?
why? you? die, who? bah, woo
my brother claim he died too, ain’t believe him ’til i see him drop blood
when you hit a n_gga head, that blood red shot just like a flood
n_ggas see that sh_t get real, try to cop five, nah, bud
the n_ggas really outside stand on business, who? y’all was?
done ran through more pounds than a plenty fitness, all big buds
i’m in cali’ with ebk jaaybo, i’m with big bloods
and my daddy, he a loc, neighborhood crip, a big cuz

- li rye

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