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trippie redd - walking dead كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(i’m shy, oh my god)

[chorus]
i pray for the living, i walk with the dead
you talk down on gang, then it’s off with your head
’boutta aim for the face, i’ma paint that ho’ red
if you think you run sh_t, then i’m choppin your legs
got anxiety, sleep with that chop’ by my bed
i rock with the mob, you rock with the feds
send them poles on my dogs, got a choppa and a sled
i sleep in a coffin i walk with the dead
i’m blowin’ this dope, i’m smokin’ these meds
i’m weighing the pros and cons it’s dead
might take lil loss, might make a big win
i’m praying to god forgive me i sin
please do not leave me, you know that was then
i’m in balenci’, i mix it with red
and you that a n_gga 800 lil’ b_tch

[verse]
i count the racks, i’ma thumb it lil’
and i ride with a hunnid round drum lil’ b_tch
and you that thеm hollow tips hum lil’ b_tch
hit your stomach, you gon’ need some tums lil’ b_tch
i really came off of crumbs lil’ b_tch
smokin’ gas, i got a green thumb lil’ b_tch
gotta gеt it ’cause mom ain’t raise no bum
and i know this sh_t mine cause i’m not dumb (bah, brrt, run)
please do not panic can’t f_ck with no punk
we load up them choppas, the gang got a bunch
i’m out on a tranzit, packin’ a punch
he feel like the man but that n_gga suck
man that n_gga runtz, he smoke like a blunt
got a chop in the back, f. and n. in the front
and i’m yellin’ out slatt come get what you want
come get what you need, cone get what you please
get down on your knees, she beggin’ she plead
i’m f_cking that p_ssy until that sh_t cream
rockstar not a rookie this sh_t is a dream
head division they didn’t believe
i bought a bugatti, man pass me the key
cash out on a castle cause i am a king
that b_tch got on nay, man r.i.p. keed
[chorus]
i pray for the living, i walk with the dead
you talk down on gang, then it’s off with your head
’boutta aim for the face, i’ma paint that ho’ red
if you think you run sh_t, then i’m choppin your legs
got anxiety, sleep with that chop’ by my bed
i rock with the mob, you rock with the feds
send them poles on my dogs, got a choppa and a sled
i sleep in a coffin i walk with the dead
i’m blowin’ this dope, i’m smokin’ these meds
i’m weighing the pros and cons it’s dead
might take lil loss, might make a big win
i’m praying to god forgive me i sin
please do not leave me, you know that was then
all in balenci’, i mix it with red
and you that a n_gga 800 lil’ b_tch

- trippie redd

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