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unaverage gang - flatline كلمات أغنية

[chorus: t.r.i.p.]

look
i be putting in work
big body swerving
like i just popped a perc
lazy mothaf_ckas always getting on my nerves
stomp a p_ssy out
make his mouth bite the curb
gotta tell ’em like
i be putting work
i be putting in
i be putting in work
i be putting in
i be putting in work
i be putting in
i be putting in work
gotta tell ’em like

[verse 1: t.r.i.p.]

i be putting in work
mothaf_ckas got it twisted
i been k!llin’ since birth
let a mothaf_cka test me
watch that p_ssy get murked
tryna ride my wave
but y’all staying on the turf
aye
cold case murderer
spitting i’m getting cynical
’bouta level up
mothaf_ckas call me the general
flatline repping
i’m mobbin’ around your area
if you gotta problem
we’ll grab a shovel and bury ya
lay low cause you f_cking with the dogs now
uav filled with k!llas at the compound
work wheels on the whip
boy we up now
uav to the grave, say it out loud
spinning on these emitz
and now yo b_tch up on my d_ck
i’m getting silly in this b_tch
they all just mad, i’m getting rich
k!ll for fun, getting funds
get that money up
t.r.i.p. is going dumb
what the f_ck?
b_tch, you better run
[verse 2: vague]

blood in my veins
all black like a venom drip
demons in my head
even when the silence hits
shadow in the rearview and it’s talkin’ sh_t
and i’m always hearin’ noise
mind full of static
not to panic its dramatic
to employ
lackin’ all the feelings to enjoy
i find the things to destroy
people always stuck
like they knotted up corduroy
lookin’ down like they baptized by the void
they try to shake it off
like a f_ckin’ polaroid
d_mn
i’m givin’ to much to be annoyed
we ain’t gotta sell our souls
just to put together
not headed to h_ll, we just in bad weather
and i carry this pain
and turn it into pressure
but my soul as dark
like i’m in black leather
concrete steppin’, flatline what i’m reppin’
noose ties heavy, got the reaper in my section
all these p_ssies
never gonna learn they lesson
turnin’ weapons on the side to confessions
soul stitched it’s like it’s bein’ torn
didn’t have mourn for life that wasn’t born
i just can’t think, i’m walkin’ in a corpse
i’ve been at the edge and laughin’ like i want more
[chorus: t.r.i.p.]

- unaverage gang

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