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lil murdah jett - thirteen reasons to slide كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah… i don’t need no note, i got a .30 and bad thoughts
thirteen reasons? i got thirteen poles, b_tch
we ain’t depressed, we get active
long live slapp, free tay_tay, free lunch line rico
jett world still runnin’ these hallways—louder, meaner, bloodier

[verse]
reason one—he looked at me wrong, so i clapped his jaw (boom)
two—he wore the wrong colors, so we flipped his drawls (blew ‘em off)
three—his cousin snitched, so they both had to fall (snitch pack)
four—i ain’t get a present on christmas, so now i k!ll ‘em all (merry deathmas)
five—he bumped my desk, so i broke his ribs (snap)
six—he got better grades, now he rest where god lives (gone)
seven—he laughed too loud, got silenced quick (shhh)
eight—i ain’t like how his mom looked, so i hit the whip (bah!)
nine—i seen his shoes and they looked too clean (scuffed ’em)
so i stepped on his neck, now he missin’ from the team (cut)
ten—he told the nurse that i smelled like gunpowder (what?)
so i lit his ass up like the school’s main tower (flamed)
eleven—i was bored, so i slid for no reason (just ‘cause)
hit his face with the heater, now his whole fam grievin’ (tears)
twelve—he tried to walk home while breathin’ (nah)
now his backpack full of holes and his soul’s still leakin’ (splash)
thirteen—just because i’m jett and i’m evil (facts)
don’t ask no questions, i k!ll for the sequel (i will)
i got thirteen ways to send your whole crew packin’
and thirteen more in the clip, that’s satisfaction
thirteen times i told ‘em don’t talk, they ain’t listen
now thirteen coffins lined up like a school exhibition (d_mn)
i was chillin’ in art class with a stick in my sleeve (stick talk)
had a paintbrush in one hand, other made ‘em bleed (drip drip)
they thought it was a project ’til i started the spree
and now the janitor mop more than trash—he mop grief (splat)
jett world got the school in a headlock (tight)
even gym teachers scared—one flinch, he get rocked (boom!)
caught a opp playin’ ball, now his sneakers on a wire (hung up)
he tried to lay up, i laid him down in fire (flamed out)
i don’t argue, i execute—thirteen bodies, thirteen moods
thirteen opps in one day, b_tch, i skipped the school rules (skip day)
b_tch, i’m thirteen, but my name got grown men shakin’
blew the math teacher’s cap back, now they testin’ replacements (new sub)
shot his brother while he prayed, guess his god ain’t help (nope)
thirteen slugs turned his faith into trauma itself (believe that)
we don’t do threats—we just circle and slide
if i write your name, it ain’t cursive, it’s a f_ckin’ goodbye (boom!)
and i spelled it in blood, b_tch, i scribble in red
had his girl hold his hand while i filled him with lead (aw)
they tried therapy again, but the doc got smoked
he asked too much, so i turned that clipboard to ghosts (blatt)
don’t let the age fool you, i’m thirteen with rage
and a .40 cal tucked in a science fair cage (boom boom)
i was supposed to present—nah, i presented death
now the judges in heaven, and i’m still takin’ steps (first place)
princ_p_l said “we done with jett”—nah, b_tch, i’m forever
thirteen reasons i slide—none of ‘em clever (just facts)
it’s just hate, and bloodl_st, and pressure from within
but most of all—because i was born to win
[outro]
yeah, thirteen reasons, thirteen poles
thirteen b_tches cried when i upped that soul
jett world still reign, still stain, still aim
long live slapp, free the whole lunch line
next time you see me, it’s too late to hide
lil murdah jett, thirteen, never done—b_tch, i’m just gettin’ started

- lil murdah jett

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