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lxxiv - 9 milli freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro]
i will make your corpse dance

[verse]
yeah, i walk in that b_tch ’cause i know i’m the man
quit talking that sh_t ’cause i know you a fan
yeah, p_ssy ahh boy, i should hop out [?]
don’t talk like the big dog, you just a little man
just wait ’til we hop out and spin like a ceiling fan
[?], he didn’t even see the man
[?] just hopped on a flight to cleveland
hold my d_ck, b_tch, hold my s_m_n
i ain’t skirting yo man, just give me a reason
my bl!ck been waiting and i up on the peon
nah, he ain’t outside, that’s not what he be on
dumb broke ass b_tch with an iphone, [?]
ain’t no way he gon’ up it and fire at us
if he sending bullets, i’m sending ’em back
the way he was talking, he better not duck
they caught him lacking, he talking to feds
he’d still be alive if he didn’t make a fuss
i took a breaking, i seriously stuck
don’t wanna play, boy, i seriously tuck
[?] 19 with the f_ck, don’t press me
he can find out that i never bluff
trigger finger, it’s just squeezing sh_t
if the witness [?], then i throw a fit
unlimited clips when the bl!ck spit
bro, it’s so hot, i think i’m ’bout to tip
no supressing so it’s loud as f_ck
waking up to money counting sounds
b_tch, i’m selling dope and that sh_t adding up
don’t get caught straight in out of bounds
and these bullets rounds gonna [?] you up
yeah, that’s some sh_t that you can’t cover up
had to tell you got them bullet holes
[?]
looking for a foe when i’m ’bout to blow
he went from a friend to an “i don’t know”
got these backscars full of backstabs
nowadays, i don’t even flinch
i found out if i take these drugs and i know myself, i don’t need a friend
i get lost in my room everyday, i’m sinning
trying not to end up as a victim
you can come and try and k!ll me, b_tch, those little facetats are just easy pickings
talking [?] for my 9 milli
if you smart then you side with me
b_tch, [?] gang, imma die a soldier
only plan is to f_ck you over
drumming sh_t like we in a band when we hit your block and the tour is over
red rum hit your whole street, [?] plenty scene, yeah, r.i.p the posers
y’all better give me yo bread, i got a toaster
[?] that little boy, b_tch, give me that sh_t before i dry out the [?], yeah

- lxxiv

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