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rundown 4 - break it down كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
mh, mh, mh
4, rundown 4
this a dead n_gga song
if you ain’t got no getback for yo’ potna, get yo’ b_tch ass on
ay

[chorus]
i just rolled quay ass, got me fried
these n_ggas shootin’ from a far, i’m the type to walkdown with that b_tch and look you in yo’ eyes
we be the clean up crew, clean ht, heard he got caught on the street by surprise
if you ain’t emptied yo’ bl!ck on a mission, then yo’ sh_t took, n_gga, this b_tch mine

[verse 1]
switch on a glock .45 and a 10 millimeter, this b_tch’ll rearrange ya shape
slimey and baby got switches on dracs, come through this b_tch wrong, watch, i take off ya face
say he gon’ rundown, give his ass 4
spinned through the 9, don’t get caught at the storе
n_ggas hit from a gate, know i like to get closе
this a dead n_gga song, where the f_ck teevo
road rage, f_ck, now he dead than a b_tch
duck, you ain’t cover, that’s ass dead as it get
seen he was shook, he was scared than a b_tch
tell n0body move, if he fell, then he hit
i still been spinnin’ on sh_t, n_ggas rappin’ and lyin’
you ain’t been in that car, you ain’t bendin’ no blocks
arp in the glock, that’s like 90 some shots
come correct in this b_tch or a n_gga gon’ die
no kobe, don’t die tryna play in the middle
i just rolled bro dead ass in a swisher
she eat the d_ck first night, don’t kiss her
heard a dumbass n_gga got bucked for his pistol
don’t reach and get shot in yo’ sh_t like he ricky
free lil’ mooda, lil’ dooda ah tell you he busy
ask bro how i ran his ass down with that smith
got a switch on this b_tch, when i shoot, it start glitching
get the pole and i say, “let me see it. that’s mine”
real stick ’em up king, n_ggas knowin’ i’m slime
say i seen ’em, ain’t blow, why the f_ck is he lyin’
quick to hop out the cut, get to slingin’ that iron
arp with a beam, put that b_tch where his head at
heard he dissin’, he laughin’, we gon’ leave his ass dead at
know lil’ say got hit on a l!ck, lil’ dead ass
[?] get to tweakin’, i’m like “where my meds at?”
i don’t smoke 6, but i lied
who the f_ck finna shoot out that whip, better hop out that ride
n_ggas trollin’ all day, they ain’t comin’ outside
must’ve jugged you and sh_t, how yo’ potna ‘nem died
brand new chop, get it hot like the middle of may
send a groupie to f_ck just to see where he stay
brought ’em in, took ’em out, turned his ass to a play
hittin’ this hoe off a perc, make her scream “free dave”
off the love, them n_ggas gon’ die tryna hop down
told the bro “get a g and a vert. take chop out”
h_lla shots in this b_tch, know it look like the chopper house
dissin’ jizzle will make me pop out at yo’ momma house
ran down, send some shots, free block when i spin
two glocks for a chop, don’t get bucked for yo’ gen
told the b_tch, “i’ma p, gotta come with yo’ friend”
f_ck a dead ass n_gga, know you missin’ ya man (uh, uh)
[chorus]
i just rolled quay ass, got me fried (i’m fried)
these n_ggas shootin’ from a far, i’m the type to walkdown (come here) with that b_tch and look you in yo’ eyes (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
we be the clean up crew, clean ht, heard he got caught on the street by surprise
if you ain’t emptied yo’ bl!ck on a mission, then yo’ sh_t took, n_gga, this b_tch mine

[verse 2]
if the party gon’ start around 6:00, i’ma come around 8:00, see a opp in that hoe, i’ma end it
f_ck dissin’ and goin’ back and forth, just send me a lo’, they gon’ find yo’ ass dead with yo’ glizzy
he dead off the rip tryna run from that switchy
n_ggas claimin’ they demons ’til they get replenished
remembered lil’ bro played dead, now we get up close, empty clips and make sure n_ggas finished
it’s money and murder, this sh_t can get hectic
switch at his car, off top, he wreck it
you clutchin’ for nothing, you n_ggas not steppin’
do ’em bad, put his body in front of the reverend
red beam on the chop but i gave him the blues
i’ma whack him for jizzle, i’m playin’ it cool
when we catch a opp, that sh_t like the lottery, we know for sure n_ggas makin’ the news
smoke a wood, threw up coughin’, lil’ quay ass a fool
he got hit in his chest but he still made the news
tryna brag on that little ass drill, we head tapped (uh), and you know it make f_ck n_ggas move
c5 bend the chop, hit him in his bad eye
lil’ ko a f_g but he still felt that fye
lil’ j tried to run and got hit in his backside
put a switch on the glock, bet the boy think max shot
[outro]
popped his burner like he playing with grease
see his n_ggas learned about playing with me
chop big, i might shoot the b_tch down on one knee
nickname “vlone” ’cause his face on a tee
long live jizzle

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