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slim rxvpxr - 1-800-murder كلمات أغنية

[slim rxvpxr]

ridin dirty
an eighth
ironsights
on the ak
just so i can see straight
won’t be on a tape
under cameras i peel away
feds can’t keep up with me
in different states
whether it’s the diesel
the case, or the freebase
bagged by the grams
kilos stuffed
grandaddy grapes
not the only thing
that’s leavin inna black case
dirty deeds
as i proceed to
put a mask on my face
can’t trace it back to my place
body bags too
on these lackin lames
cuz they freeze by the time
we jettin in a getaway
collect my take i plot my moves
nah you can’t escape
bustin’ off shots
make bodies drop
better make the whole
motherf_ckin’ block evaporate
vacate your house
cuz i’m coming for that combo break
move out the way before my blade
and these bullets havta penetrate
never delaying the road that we pave
won’t think twice
about moves that we make
won’t hesitate
while we dig up your grave
we see your posse dip
when bullets rain
light up the rig
split a spliff with my team
yeah you know we really bout what we claim
know that we set the gauge
if we don’t trust ya we’ll bust ya
we’ll gut ya
and will make a stain
as i engage
i terminate
leave your family to boohoo
when they see your name on the local news
on the front page
[$ink $l0w]
hungry for murder
that you never heard of
that you never thought of
that you’d never dream of
villainous n_gga
i move through the night
with the pipe in my hand
like who ready for clean up
b_tch ass lil n_gga
be thinking it’s sweet
till i pull with a sweeper
$ink $l0w met the reaper
put him on the track
that’s one h_ll of a team up
and i got a bad b_tch
she a witch like sabrina
boutta be rich as a b_tch
f_ckin wit me get you hit
from the body to neck
ribs intersect
make that spine disconnect but it ain’t over yet
b_tch im bouta dissect
sn_tching the vitals
of all of my rivals
i’m climbing the food chain
you n_ggas is idle
i pull on they block
now they all lookin stifle
but i’m feelin crazy, malignant, and primal
start buckin and blastin
firefight lasting
could’ve caught n_ggas off guard
when i passed ’em
thought i would tell em to throw down the gauntlet
whip out the semi
say f_ck it and blast ’em
homicide all on my mind
i’m a screw up
but at least i own it
n_gga f_ck how you grew up
don’t care about gangs
or the signs that you threw up
i’m all for the noise
like the f_ck waking who up

- slim rxvpxr

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