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pradabagshawty - wanna kill كلمات أغنية

(shout out cxto)
(yeah, cxto)

hol’ on, perc’ 10
finna go spin that benz, i got that desert eagle
f_cked up, when i’m off these drugs. i’m thinking ’bout sh_t, evil
hot_box, hit up wit’ them sticks, and everybody geekin’
ar hold a .223, we spinnin’, you cannot defeat it
hit a n_gga up, his mama cryin’, asking’, “what’s the reason?”
snuck in with a .30, and it’s poking, yeah, just like a needle
shooter make him turn his life around, give praise to the deacon
mac_10, pull up on his block, ‘control_alt_delete’ them

youngin’ trippin, he just wanna k!ll, wanna shoot at people
n_gga think i’m playin’, got that switch, it’s in a two_door reaper
catch a opp’, make him disappear, smoke him like sativa
stay up out the streets if y’een ready to meet this f_ckin’ pistol

glizzy hold a .30 i ain’t tryna clique up wit these n_ggas
all my opps, they dead as f_ck
godd_mn, we spin’d on every n_gga
n_gga tried to score, but he couldn’t do it, we k!lled all his hitters
shooter got my back, i got his back, i’m right behind, my n_gga

i’m right behind, my n_gga
we gon’ pull up, we gon’ find you, n_gga
pradabag
pradabag

how the h_ll the p_ssy talkin bout slime, b_tch yo dad a preacher
why the h_ll these n_ggas dropping dimes, i can’t stand these n_ggas
on a opp block, pull up fine, i don’t care bout n_ggas
lean same color as some wine, we sip dirty [?]
spin a ride, twin backseat, n_gga gon hop out gunnin
n_gga thought i ran this sh_t up quick, been a long time coming
foreign freak hoe, at the spot, just flew in from london
rl gang get that plannin, young n_gga up to sum

take off all yall guys, gon shoot this stick until its number one
ar glocks spin shawty pull up trippin we got every gun
these hoes wanna f_ck young pradabag because he having fun
ar with extensions pull up trippin we k!ll everyone

youngin trippin, he jus wanna k!ll, when i shoot at people
n_gga think i’m playin got that switch it’s in a two_door reaper
catch a opp, make him disappear, smoke em like sativa
stay up out the streets if you ain’t ready meet that f_ckin pistol

glizzy hold a 30 i ain’t tryna clique up wit these n_ggas
all my pops dead as f_ck godd_mn we spin on every n_gga
n_gga tried to score but he couldn’t do it we k!lled all they hittas
shooter got my back, i got his back, i’m right behind my n_gga

- pradabagshawty

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