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mori briscoe - packs كلمات أغنية

[chorus: milo floxks]
it’s ’bout time that we entered the chat (uh huh)
they be rappin’ but ain’t gettin’ back (at all)
48 ‘em, i had to throw up the hat
like, watch how they run when this sh_t start to clap (whoopty)
he gettin’ shot, he don’t jack what i jack
the i creep up that boy gettin’ whacked (where you goin’?)
shot after shot, like, y’all know the facts
poncho, he could’ve been in my pack

[verse 1: milo floxks]
who the f_ck is these n_ggas that’s dissin’ (at all)
come step wit’ me you gon’ get it (for sure)
no nick, i’ma pick up and k!ll it
he in the grave but we still diggin’ (where you goin’)
like, saw bobby and hе wasn’t wit’ it (bobby)
he got shot, how the f_ck is he livin’?
i’m in thе backseat tryna go clap heat
fr_free mar, bro stuck up in ‘takis (free mar)
like, we mad it lit on that backstreet
yeah, i’m woo k, you don’t gotta ask me (at all)
every scene we did them nasty
deadmans, deadmans, who tryna match me? (?)
smokin’ td, he was a touchdown (uh huh)
last thing that he heard was the gun sound
he was lil bro, now he wit’ us now
we them n_ggas that he don’t like to come ‘round
when we pop out it’s everything dead (all deads)
he got hit for that sh_t he said (that he said)
my shooter jamaican, the gun in his dreads
00’s puttin’ sh_t right to bed
like, baby k tryna dish some lead
they shootin’ at doors, that’s not how you step (at all)
ask what’s up when talkin’ the ‘jects
he was loafin’ and put to the test
[chorus]
it’s ’bout time that we entered the chat (uh huh)
they be rappin’ but ain’t gettin’ back (at all)
48 ‘em, i had to throw up the hat
like, watch how they run when this sh_t start to clap (whoopty)
he gettin’ shot, he don’t jack what i jack
the i creep up that boy gettin’ whacked (where you goin’?)
shot after shot, like, y’all know the facts
poncho, he could’ve been in my pack

[verse 2: mori briscoe]
playin’ wit’ us like playin’ wit’ fire (on bro)
walk down wit’ my mask like myers (rrrr)
up the fifth, let it spark like a lighter (grrah, grrah, grrah)
smokin’ on t, dead woo’s get me higher (like, tdott)
saw dior and he said he ain’t get low (like, what)
but that’s normal, all my opps liars
they took lu we got back on the set though
me and twin we was lurkin’ on shh
don’t need citizen app i know it confirmed (on bro)
kha got shot, i know them bullets burn (like, ahh)
bring it back but it ain’t my concern
n_ggas keep gettin’ shot, how the f_ck they gon’ learn?
every shot that i sent n_ggas earned (like, cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck)
when we pull a fl!ck they never return
throw on the switchy, i’m holdin’ it firm
like, send him up, new opp wit’ the birds (cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck)
like, n_ggas broke, don’t know why they keep mentionin’ lo (like, how)
what about tony? got shot in his dome (like, tony)
another got packed and they keepin’ it low
top opp mb, n_ggas know (top opp sh_t)
if it ain’t your sister i’m f_ckin’ your hoe (treesha)
if you ain’t one of mine gotta go
free ltf in the feds to the roads
[chorus]
it’s ’bout time that we entered the chat (uh huh)
they be rappin’ but ain’t gettin’ back (at all)
48 ‘em, i had to throw up the hat
like, watch how they run when this sh_t start to clap (whoopty)
he gettin’ shot, he don’t jack what i jack
the i creep up that boy gettin’ whacked (where you goin’?)
shot after shot, like, y’all know the facts
poncho, he could’ve been in my pack

- mori briscoe

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