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lil ruin - “choir of the damned” كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(ayy proof, this that pressure!)
yeah…
(doom music in the background)
lil ruin in this b_tch, you know how i’m comin’—
real bodies, real bars, f_ck you talkin’ ’bout? (grrah!)

[verse 1]
play with ruin, get your sh_t split
he was dissin’ on the ‘gram, now that dumb b_tch on a rip list (boom!)
told bro slide with that switch, yeah, we made his dome do kickflips
all that woofin’ got him cooked, left his face lookin’ like some quick grits (ugh!)
closed casket, choir singin’, mama cryin’, can’t even kiss him
ain’t no pity in this game, catch him lackin’, we won’t miss him
yo main b_tch do what i say—she suck me good, then wash my dishes (she do!)
she came once, now she obsessed, said my name like it’s religious (facts)
boy, don’t try no sl!ck sh_t, we got scopes, beams, and extensions
i don’t beef with no broke ho, she just beggin’ for attention (broke_ass b_tch!)
got the .40 in my pants, make a movie, no audition
hollow tips gon’ hum a note, like the choir in a mission
f&n stay by my side, like we bonded by tradition
caught his ass up in that whip, made his seatbelt feel the tension (boom, boom!)
we don’t shoot just for no leg, we aim high and make decisions
that .223 hit his spirit, now he flyin’ with the pigeons (squawk)
yeah, b_tch, we don’t do no peace, we just throw sh_t in ignition (skrrt!)
[chorus]
before i lay me down tonight
i clutch my heat and grip it tight
that chopper sing, it take his life
i pray to god i make it right
(h_ll nah, i ain’t no saint, b_tch)
(if he slide, he die—facts!)

[verse 2]
they be mad ’cause i’m the villain, diamonds dancin’, chain on wicked (woo!)
i just f_cked his sister twice, then texted back like, “come and get it” (haha!)
she said ruin got that power, now she stalkin’ me like reddit (thirsty)
brody got the drop, we spin his spot, that fn came with edits
hundred rounds sound like percussion, hit his chest, that b_tch was thumpin’ (boom_boom_boom)
all these rappers cappin’ hard, but in real life, they duckin’, runnin’ (p_ssy!)
you won’t see me in no club unless that stick up in my stomach
told my youngin’ get that bag, he spent it all, then got to gunnin’
tried to play like he was tough, we left him twitchin’ like a puppet (dummy)
got no patience, i want smoke, ain’t no peace or public bluffin’
if the feds ask me some questions, i go deaf—like i heard nothin’ (what?)
all that dissin’ got him chalked up, now his folks collectin’ nothin’
we turned him into a ghost, left his face behind the curtain
big drum, like it’s halftime, b_tch we steppin’ with a purpose (step, step!)
if he speak on scoom again, we pop his dome just like a surface (baow!)
yeah, i been a menace, ever since i had a burner
we’ll do you so d_mn dirty, they gon’ paint you in a mural (rest in p_ss)
[chorus]
before i lay me down tonight
i clutch my heat and grip it tight
that chopper sing, it take his life
i pray to god i make it right
(ayy bro, i’m sorry… but he had to go)
(walk him down—grrah, grrah!)

- lil ruin

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