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undead papi - grimebag! كلمات أغنية

it’s that grimebag
sprinkle meth up in ‘ya f_ckin dime bag
word that sh_t hit?
i got you smoking cyanide gas
ya b_tch up in the slaughter house
she might not arrive back
barber with the glizzy push ya mother f_ckin lining back
brain splatter with a buckshot
hit ya b_tch with the b_tt stock
‘ion got no mother f_ckin opps
’cause the tool bang with a red dot
close range with a f_ckin headshot
head top
make ’em mother f_ckin mags drop
don’t say ‘nun
pump make a b_tch n_gga back up
act up
b_tch i c_ck it back and i rack one
all y’all n_ggas soft b_tch i’ll show you where the crime at
pull up to ya crib, lay everyone inside flat
fmj green tips, where you finna hide at?
spin ya block i let it off, everyonе outside wacked
feds comе ’round this motherf_cka, you best not have sh_t to say
aiming for ya head, tell ya dead brother you on ya way
chain smoking opp packs, ya b_tch be my ash tray
you on death row n_gga, this gone be ya last day
hit that n_gga point blank, f_cked up my designer jeans
simp ass n_gga, she was thotting, you call her a queen
all y’all n_ggas ass, ima take a sh_t up on the scene
drive by, walk up, i up that glock 17
spill out ya guts when i dump out this magazine
leave ’em stomach f_cked like he drank a whole pint of lean
spray that tool like windex, make sure his crib clean
it’s gone be a cookout if the pigs try to intervene
f_ck!

- undead papi

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