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nb lil dagger - all killers كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(dagger!)
yeah… (b_tch)
ayy, turn me up, turn me up!
(boom boom boom)
don’t play wit’ me, p_ssy!
(grrah! grrah!)

[chorus]
i said f_ck the opps, they know we all k!llers (f_ck ’em!)
he got hit up tryna tweet, now he a chalk figure (brrt!)
we got dracs, we got k’s, we love to stalk n_ggas (let’s go!)
ain’t no fair ones, b_tch, we steppin’ like some tall n_ggas (grrah, grrah!)
tell that hoe don’t ask me sh_t, go ask your dead brother (hoe)
he was dissin’ in that track, now he in red puddles (bang!)
i’m off wock’, i’m off xans, i’m with straight cutters
you gon’ slide or you gon’ die, ain’t no scared hustlers (never!)

[verse 1]
i caught that goofy walkin’ out — left his brains on the porch (baow!)
he was screamin’, “i’m a demon!” — now he floatin’ with the lord (stupid_ass!)
got a mac_10 in the couch, ar pistols in the floor
put that laser on his chest, he started beggin’, “i want more!” (b_tch!)
h_ll nah, we don’t show no love, we pop out, then we spin again
b_tch, i’m booted up, this f&n got more kicks than jackie chan (grrah!)
tell my shooter, “aim his head,” don’t let that f_ckin’ boy pretend
if he duck, we swing back through — glock got drums, no violin (duh_duh_duh_duh!)
(baow!) wipe his nose — he got dropped in front that stove
n_ggas cryin’ ’bout they gang, but never stepped when they was froze
got this .30 on my side, i treat this b_tch just like my soul (like my soul)
if i die, just spin for me — don’t let no hoe go post no poem (no poem!)
[chorus]
i said f_ck the opps, they know we all k!llers (uh_huh!)
he got hit up tryna tweet, now he a chalk figure (boom!)
we got dracs, we got k’s, we love to stalk n_ggas (spin that!)
ain’t no fair ones, b_tch, we steppin’ like some tall n_ggas (grrah, grrah!)
tell that hoe don’t ask me sh_t, go ask your dead brother (bye!)
he was dissin’ in that track, now he in red puddles (boom!)
i’m off wock’, i’m off xans, i’m with straight cutters
you gon’ slide or you gon’ die, ain’t no scared hustlers (facts!)

[verse 2]
i got bullets in this rental, not no suitcase (nah)
p_ssy talkin’ on the ‘gram, now he a blu_ray (cl!ck play!)
told my plug, “i need them chops, i want that new crate”
got this thotty off a addy, she gon’ set him up on tuesday (boom!)
i’m the one they call when they want war — no peace treatin’
i got shorties off the pills, they itchin’ just to squeeze triggers (grrah!)
ayy, tell the opps i sent a message through his nose bone
ain’t no textin’ — b_tch, i drop a bag and get his soul gone (bye_bye)
i was only 7 with that glizzy in my mattress
had my first k!ll at 8, now i’m steppin’ with a passion (real sh_t)
we don’t do no questions, we just shoot — that’s automatic
heard he told? his homies zipped him up just like a jacket (b_tch!)

[outro / bridge]
(dagger in this b_tch, yeah!)
all k!llers, all hitters
we don’t f_ck with no squealers (never!)
he was tough up on that phone
now he talkin’ to the reaper (gone!)
grrah! (grrah!) grrah! (baow!)
boom_boom_boom_boom_boom! (skrrt!)
nb lil dagger, b_tch
otf northside, stand on sh_t!
(ayy! f_ck all opps!)

- nb lil dagger

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