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player 1 (memphis) & bloody bones - gotta make a getaway كلمات أغنية

[intro: d tha unknown, dirty red & bl__dy bones]
devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
(devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth)
devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
(devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth)
devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth
now it’s catch up with your_
(devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth)
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth
my glock .9, c_ck mine, pop a n_gga, drop time
shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every dime
now it’s catch up with your kind, ’cause you get none respect of mine
devil sh_t is constantly comin’ out of my f_ckin’ mouth
my_my_my glock .9, c_ck mine, pop a n_gga, drop time

[verse 1: bl__dy bones]
yo, it’s friday, my day to get up on some [?] ends
i gotta start jackin’, gankin’ ’em for my so called friends
head all in the traffic, scopin’ out the f_ckin’ scene
black by cappin’ i scr_ppin’, i gotta get them green sacks
dollars signs, gotta get mine, c_ck my motherf_ckin’ nine
see a n_gga servin’, he’s splurgin’, it’s time
to make him drop it off, get the cheese, and let that nine pop, pop
make my getaway as i jump in the car and smash out
left a n_gga bl__dy mess, and plus, assed out
sh_t, they ain’t know, i keep on jackin’ ’em, and makin’ my f_ckin’ bank [?]
next route, headed to the mall when them heavy n_ggas like the bar
scopin’ out the victim, [?]
wow, walkin’ with a b_tch to the f_ckin’ parkin’ lot
ran around the corner and yell ’em: “drop it like your pockets hot”
doin’ it like the police, you know you need put your hands behind your head
get your cheese, kick it in the face, and see your body bloodled
[chorus: lil bay]
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost

[verse 2: player 1]
uh, remember when back in the days when i assed out, cashed out?
seventeen [?] fast mouth
takin’ no f_ckin’ shortage ’cause i’ma young ruthless hustler
pistol playin’ bustas, blastin’ on you real n_ggas
and if i underestimate you, still you gotta be quick on the trigger
i be stackin’ up all my cheese for a year, and i still sell green
sellin’ ounces for the nine at the age of eighteen
now i’m broke out of ‘grove, man, just about to go, man
i’ma roll one to be funky [?] you will be get to the [?] package
and n_ggas is lookin’ for me because they hear i’m doin’ [?]
gotta get away, gotta get away
n_ggas is [?] godd_mn that they jump and end up with that motherf_ckin’ snitch play
gotta be findin’ a place when layin’ low and just hidin’, g
so, when i’m not [?], motherf_cker, i energy
workin’ and clockin’ for eighty dollars of motherf_ckin’ week
like [?] i want to get back all my f_ckin’ fee
i was lookin’ for the power move and then i got a great slam
little heinous [?] twenty_eight grams
back on a come_up, makin’ my pockets fat, ho
gotta go to the store to buy the [?] and put the old_up bankroll
clockin’ dough, rockin’ dope, cop blockin’ block, poppin’ blow
packin’ [?] from left and right, gotta lay low and out of sight
[chorus: lil bay]
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost

[verse 3: dj sound]
i’m on a f_ckin’ getaway, scopin’ out the vogues, ridin’ low, pro
helicopters in the sky, shinin’ like down below
i’m paranoid but i don’t show, i stay real calm
jumpin’ the [?] car, gon’ some want you another one
federal ride through my hood, lookin’ for cruisin’ sh_t
my n_ggas in the hood know whassup, so i had [?] all of this
the cops are spotted me, i’m still on streets, so now they on my ass
i’m runnin’ through backyards, overhills, lookin’ for [?]
[?]
i jacked the n_gga then i caught him slippin’, named him: “drop it off”
[?] so i made him pay the f_ckin’ cost
i balled off [?]
but it don’t matter ’cause this sh_t happens every day
dj sound is a n_gga on a motherf_ckin’ getaway
b_tch

[outro: bl__dy bones & lil bay]
got my_got my_got my glock .9, c_ck mine, pop a n_gga, drop time
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
got my glock_got my_got my glock .9, c_ck mine, pop a n_gga, drop time
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
got my_got my_got my glock .9, c_ck mine, pop a n_gga, drop time
but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
got my_got my_got my glock .9, c_ck mine, pop a n_gga, drop time
but psycho_but psycho_but psychopate and k!ller on the streets, and i’m feelin’ lost
shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every_

- player 1 memphis bloody bones

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