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lil meat - ted bundy كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(they know kobe produced this sh_t, man)

[verse]
me and bro just found a l!ck, go through the spot, boy see a body
maserati score up the concrete, we k!ll sh_t like ted bundy
and i know my grandma pray for me, look like she scared for me
’til i’m rich, i’m still thugging, hit the block, go get that money
roll a three_five up of wawa off that lean, turn to a zombie
ten_milli’ clip hold a dozen, don’t think i’m gon’ run for nothing
every ho i got, i smack, can’t keep around if they not f_cking
out on bond, bro still be bucking, fully stick go through they function
they off drugs like david ruffin, say you took somethin’, n_gga bluffing
caught a face shot for that mugging, i go deep in, say she love me
clean my glock, that b_tch got rusty, i can’t break her heart, she trust me
l_o_v_e, do you love me? i think bloodshed made me better
my heart cold, i don’t need no sweater, lil’ kobe locked up, i’ma send him a letter
my foot on the gas, i’m pushin’ the pedal, i told ’em, “keep up,” i still love ’em
my mama been told me i’d be special, break in the car, i just called for progressive
foregrip on the glock, it shoot way better, my flatback bust, we all got metal
your partner just died, go pick up a shovel, head tap, he caught one just like beckham
448, fill up ‘bows, then sell ’em, f_ck the price tag, we got cheddar
young bulls trim, they spin whatever, four_door coupe, hop out, we stretch ’em
he ain’t sneeze, we still gon’ bless him, he ain’t built like that, he capping
they know lil’ meat keep a ratchet, lil’ bro always pistol_packing
ain’t no way you think i’m capping, ‘bows get gone like i do magic
b_tch ain’t nothin’, think she a baddie, catch for real, go hop in traffic
work the wheel, bro do ’em nasty, guess the police heard us blasting
got up out of there, we laughing, bodies drop, we get to spazzing
have your mom dukes pick your casket, .223 tucked in my jacket
n_gga look this way, get stepped on, why this b_tch keep playin’ on my phone?
callin’ me from all these unknowns, f_ck her once, she get the dial tone
smokin’ opps in a different time zone, all these losses got my mind gone
i for pull up, beat her backbone, i throw bullets like i’m pat ‘homes
slime ’em out, better watch that backdoor, tap the switch, boy, better get low
come through shootin’ sh_t through the peephole, take off on the plug like migos
send ’em a limb, i don’t play cee_lo, prevent the mag, drop shots, then reload
bully who? gon’ die like deebo, rocket_black b_tch thick, on emo
bomb the block down like we c4, hop out, brrt, b_tch, better get low
bro slapped switch up on the gen 4, shoot all net like tyler herro

- lil meat

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