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lil ruin & chuckyy - doa freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil ruin]
(ayy, bro, this that body bag music, on scoom!)
(yo, rio, spin this ho’, man)
(h_ll nah, y’all don’t wanna see this)
(yeah, what?)
boom—boom!

[chorus: lil ruin]
glock out in the winter, i’m still slidin’ with that heater (brrt, brrt!)
caught that boy lackin’ at the store, he dropped his chips and his lil’ pizza (p_ssy!)
i ain’t talkin’ fashion, this new fn gon’ rip through your adidas (ha_ha!)
my trigger finger h_rny, every time i blink, i squeeze the nina (blatt!)
dead opps, we up one, smoke his mans, then f_ck his skeezer
you wanna see a dead body? better not blink or we gon’ leave ya
b_tch, you wanna see a dead body? glock with the switch’ll teach ya
this sh_t real life, not no cap, you play, your mom gon’ need that preacher

[verse 1: lil ruin]
i’m on that ruthless sh_t again (yeah)
put a switch up on the gen (goofy)
hit his lungs, now he can’t breathe, we left that dumbass in a spin (boom!)
chrome heart, no heart for hoes, i f_ck ’em once then f_ck they friend
i told scoom, “don’t park the whip,” just hang the drac’ out through the tint
f_ck 12, i’m ridin’ hot again, still duckin’ that indictment
i shoot like i’m from the rockets, b_tch, this clip got perfect timing
caught him tryin’ to uber eats, but he ain’t make it to the diner
he a keyboard demon, now he sleep inside a recliner (haha, dumbass!)
[chorus: lil ruin]
glock out in the winter, i’m still slidin’ with that heater (still slidin’)
caught that boy lackin’ at the store, he dropped his chips and his lil’ pizza (goofy!)
i ain’t talkin’ fashion, this new fn gon’ rip through your adidas (brrt!)
my trigger finger h_rny, every time i blink, i squeeze the nina (blatt!)
dead opps, we up one, smoke his mans, then f_ck his skeezer
you wanna see a dead body? better not blink or we gon’ leave ya
b_tch, you wanna see a dead body? glock with the switch’ll teach ya
this sh_t real life, not no cap, you play, your mom gon’ need that preacher

[verse 2: chuckyy]
four_five, big kickback, i hit his chest, he folded quick (boom!)
we don’t aim below the waist, we tryna send him to the pit (facts!)
talkin’ hot up on the net, but in real life, that boy a b_tch (he a b_tch)
he ain’t really with no gangsta sh_t, he cl!ckin’ just for cl!cks (haha!)
pop out late night, we got scopes, no call of duty, this real smoke
caught his ass behind that store, he hit that fence but he still choked
his b_tch was beggin’ for his life, but we don’t give a f_ck, we cold
i iced out both my rollies, but i still ain’t got no soul (nah!)
switch on the glock, that sh_t go brazy
hopped out dumpin’, bro went crazy (boom_boom!)
lean too thick, i’m movin’ lazy
her ass too fat, i named her daisy
don’t trust no ho, that sh_t too shady
i send the drop, they spinnin’ daily
this that real drill sh_t, not maybe
he seen the flash, his vision faded (gone!)
[outro: lil ruin & chuckyy]
(yeah!)
you wanna see a dead body, b_tch? come outside
you wanna see a dead body? we on that type of time
you wanna see a dead body? boom!
you wanna see a dead body? (now he lyin’)

- lil ruin chuckyy

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