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sus phixion - 2nd hand (chopped & screwed) كلمات الأغنية

[verse i: soulja rag murder]
grey five nine
all i see is scrubs
face mean mugged
on a couple drugs
smoke with migo plug
ftp my blood
grey the f-cking gang
boy, stay in your lane
never high, just maintain
hate this fame, hate this game
take these shoes, last a day
oil flowing through my veins
never high, just maintain
hate this fame, hate this game
take these shoes, last a day
oil flowing through my veins
lil remains, that make that stain
y’all look good in cellophane mane
insane, real blade
swing it through your f-cking brain
i said f-ck ’em, (f-ck em) we got a problem? (what?)
f-ck you gonna do with it? (huh?) i think nada (nada)
just a persona (okay), and i’m nirvana (cobain)
popping xans to make you mad, i know you want some
i said f-ck ’em, (f-ck em) we got a problem? (what?)
just a persona (okay), and i’m nirvana (cobain)
popping xans to make you mad-mad-mad, i know you want some
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
got an ounce c0ke-c0ke, white snow flurry (what?)
river road yung-yung christ, one chosen
$l!ck tote the ak-47 stolen, woadie joscing

[verse ii: snowmane]
all of y’all are over-saturating ‘preme and bape
b-tch it’s ftp all f-cking day, all y’all look f-cking same
all of y’all are over-saturating ‘preme and bape
b-tch it’s ftp all f-cking day, all y’all f-cking-f-cking same
f-ck the fame, f-ck a lane
b-tch i’m bout to swerve-swerve into the toll booth and scr-pe the change
bring out your dead and blaming it on yung plague
b-tch i pull up with the k
k9 by my right leg ’till i say ok
canine on hind-hind, ripping off your face
all i gotta say is g-59 until the grave
one colour
two numbers
three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
i’m like
f-ck the others i’ma (f-ck the others i’ma)
bring the ruckus
i might
f-ck your b-tch
she swears she suffers under the covers
one colour
two numbers
three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
i’m like
f-ck the others i’ma (f-ck the others i’ma)
bring the ruckus
i might
f-ck your b-tch
she swears she suffers under the covers
i’ma-i’ma-i’ma h-llhound, h-ll bound, shawty wanna die
i’ma sell pounds, sell pounds, shawty said might-might
let them bells pound, bells pound
shawty wanna cry
i’m like f-ck it every night
keep turning black, i close my eyes

- sus phixion

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