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unaverage gang - smells of a rotting corpse كلمات الأغنية

[t.r.i.p.]

800 horse on my blacked out gtr
ain’t no keys to the whip we just hop in push to start
little b_tches acting stupid like y’all don’t know who we are
b_tch we blowing off the charts while y’all n_ggas stuck in park
flexing like i lift
yo b_tch wet when i drift
ain’t f_ckin wit no snitch
69 bodies r.i.p
left to rest in p_ss
your flow is counterfeit
all your f_ckin mumbling sound like y’all sucking d_ck

riding with my semi_automatic in traffic
a f_ckin fully loaded mini van with a bunch of my savages
pulling over on the freeway show these f_ck boys what’s happening
bullets flying fast as sonic f_ck em up then be back again

[vague]

blades, drugs, p_ssies always seem to run the f_cken game
all you b_tches sound the same
clout demons on a chase
put a 9 to your face, a familiar disgrace
i’m lovin all the f_cken blood i can taste
run the game till you take our lives

not the same i hope you realize
we keep on making music so that you can feel alive
uav is in yo chest, we always deep inside

sometimes you’re feelin all alone
pain and suffering the never endin tone
many things that’s in this life is left unknown
can only hold back what you can’t condone

- unaverage gang

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