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lil cyclone - "50 shot bandit (remix)" كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ayy, f_ck that sh_t, man
go
real sh_t, f_ck your dead opps, we still on that bullsh_t, on god

[verse]
they got this motherf_cker thinkin’ he safe, we still slide
you know we lurk and we ride, ain’t no b_tch nowhere to hide
all of you p_ssy n_ggas stay stuck up in your d_mn crib
the whole f_ckin’ gang got sticks, we don’t shoot with a lil’ clip
i can’t believe this c_nt still breathin’, i swear i’m fed up
sh_t, i’m off the meds, i go crazy, better keep your head up
i hit that b_st_rd right there in his d_mn neck, then check my phone
tell the homie, “did you motherf_ckers see that block? it’s done, it’s gonе.”
been, been
i’ve been on these f_cking streets, i been shakin’ trees
i been gеttin’ cheese
i been smashed the hoe you bought gifts for, now you f_cking seize
when the glocks sing, you feel the heat, that’s what we preach
we buyin’ suits, we sendin’ you b_tches to the d_mn bleach
the ap on my wrist say it’s k!llin’ time, what the h_ll is time?
this lame was talking sh_t ’bout my dead man, we left him flat, crying “why the f_ck me?”
if i get locked up, the devil gettin’ fined, no f_cking doubt
your nice_ass little brother ain’t never drill, that p_ssy just run his mouth
b_tch, i said forget that assh0l_ now!
let’s talk about that d_mn car, it got hit thirty times, straight bowed out
that was the one f_ckin’ night i carried a little deuce_deuce
we ran up on that dumb pr_ck’s cousin, watch how quick they lose
my f_cking ogs told me “get the bag, go get the loot”
i’m up in the d_mn booth tryna make a sick track, on a murder loop
or up on the f_cking west tryna put in some work for the loot
go get a motherf_cking hit, or get paid just to shoot
go
me and these lames ain’t on the same d_mn level, when i was down bad, i just got up and fled
his slow_ass internet won’t load, he still ain’t know his boy is f_cking dead
i’m a young psycho motherf_cker who will violate your wife
when they locked my cousin, i was out spinning every single night
i got my d_mn name from putting in work, i own this f_cking pipe
wanna show me you loyal? go put an opp’s picture in the d_mn light
go, go
i never clocked in for sh_t, i push that white stuff down on 95
my jeweler flood my whole face with diamonds, i know these f_cking cowards hate to see me alive
who knew i’d get rich off of these f_cking crimes
this sh_t right here is called f_cking perfect timing
head_taps f_cked up that b_tch’s body landing, whenever—
d_mn i thought the f_cking beat stopped, you playing with me?
1 of 1, b_tch i’m a legend, i’m outstandin’
catch a body, sh_t that boost up my street image
k!llin’ lames and makin’ music, i’m the new age f_cking god, charles manson
my black tee got my jewelry f_cking dancin’
kidnap that b_tch_ass boy for ransom
i don’t know that p_ssy, he’s a d_mn random
that old head’s girl still calling me handsome, she a b_tch
go
i’m a f_cking fifty shot bandit, what the h_ll you gonna do?

- lil cyclone

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