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number foe - 300 blackout كلمات أغنية

[intro]
don’t know ’bout no .357 (.357 man this is not the little boy old man) (is that to give me the motherf_ckin’ gun tracks?)
(this is the_)
(marheem’s dead somebody shot him)

[chorus]
aye you know that .300 blackout do damage, don’t know ’bout no .357 (uh_uh)
and we hit your party with drac’s and them carbons, you know this sh_t can get deadly (bow)
while i’m f_ckin’ this b_tch, got to playin’ in his face, i’m lookin’ for lo’s in this message (stupid ass n_gga)
and i really don’t know who was tellin’, all rats gotta die and they don’t go to heaven (d_mn tezz, you k!lled that) (k!ll ’em all)

[verse]
aye i hit the drac’ ’cause i’m starin’
had to cover her mouth ’cause we f_ckin’ too loud (come here)
capo got them plays across town
if he send a location, i’m takin’ ’em down (thе schedule)
and for red on thе head, that’s unusual
don’t go to panicking, i’ll knock your noodle loose (he panicking, he panicking)
in the foreign with the glock, it say twenty two (panicking)
that’s not the bullet (he panicking), the caliber i’m shootin’ at you (he panicking, bow)
smile on my face lookin’ sinister
baby joe gang, cuttin’ the light, that’s stainable (gang)
say you ready for come, but i finish him
he ain’t got morals so, why wouldn’t i k!ll for him? (little ass n_gga)
n_ggas ready to die ’bout they b_tches, this .458 make ’em drop all them switches (this blrrdah)
combination, them choppers got sixty, you don’t got enough for your clique to be dissin’ (d_mn tezz, you k!lled that) (stand down)
aye k!llers don’t go in the dixie, but leaving them rats and pay jesus a visit (slide through)
had a shot on my head and he missed it
if he ain’t get popped don’t wan’ speak on that mission (dummy)
n_ggas going out sad in they bars
you rappin’ ’bout how you got shot in them cars (he tellin’)
and you puttin’, my gang get on missions
you might as well sayin’ these rats be snitchin’ (he tellin’)
[chorus]
aye you know that .300 blackout do damage, don’t know ’bout no .357 (nah)
and we hit your party with drac’s and them carbons, you know this sh_t can get deadly (stand down)
while i’m f_ckin’ this b_tch, got to playin’ in his face, i’m lookin’ for lo’s in this message (get here)
and i really don’t know who was tellin’, all rats gotta die and they don’t go to heaven (uh_uh)

[outro]
let me hear that junt

- number foe

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