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v don – elimination كلمات اغاني

intro:

we haven’t changed…
ch ch ch ch the nice life…
don’t f_ckin’ forget who he was, n_gga
y’all know the vibes…

verse 1: ankhlejohn:

him, him! yeah!
raps in a ksubi denim n_gga leavin’ soft in new beginnings
put fish together like newlyweds (westside n_gga, did that sh_t right…)
jason voorhees i’m the orc with the machete
customize a beretta with the stick up waitin’ for whoever that’s ready!
verse 2: da$h:

i know n_ggas who make salah after they catch a body (insallah)
get yo’ skit ignited if whеn i’m talkin’ robberies talk to gotti
when i need advicе i need a call from prolly f_ck a french (yeah..)
got me feelin’ strength without the soft in problems all of that…

verse 3: sauce heist:

sh_ttin’ me you know who it be (sauce), lock and bedrock got the block in a headlock
all drugs, like it’s woodstock (hm)
on don rooftop choppin’ dope with my first kid

verse 4: ankhlejohn:

he turned to a man when he did his first bid
i reps that the 45 right in the cup where the earth lived
i just like cautious nights bursts, oughta got to the point while they talk about him first! (talk that sh_t!)
put you right in a he_rs_, kid! (right in it,fuc in it you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?!)

verse 5: da$h:

don’t even ask me if i remember you knowin’ that i’m a member (yeah)
i’m colder than late december, when it’s global warmin’ n_ggas get their acres
with this honey been a bullets swarmin’
i’m prayin’ to allah ain’t goin’ back where i was (peace!)
and for this music probably had me passive for drugs (huh?)
verse 6: sauce heist:

n_gga i’m plug (right), you the type to eat a banana stitched on a clip, dirty harry grip, jaked up croc?
sent a shooter through grubhub
i peep the fake daps and hugs, send me racks for yo’ law (just pay you hear me…!)

verse 7: ankhlejohn:

as a matter fact i put my paypal and kinda bowl call and come from the city that try reinforce n_ggas gun laws
scratch the serial number off the steel double o’s (too too too too too too….!)

verse 8: da$h:

it’s hoffa, yeah, crackin’ lobster claws with walls swing to the floor lookin’ kickstand (for real)
dressed me as big man (yah), i’ll f_ck a lean b_tch with a twitch fan, i’m stylin’ n_gga
hope you lookin’ at me like a father figure, trigga happy (too too too too)

verse 9: sauce heist:

uh, curly head n_ggas still nappy (right)
[?] feds tryin’ get at me, my slum bent the nine states (that’s how i run n_gga!)
me and probably three just to keep it choppy choppy
my dictment connect, told me black lives matter
threw me a couple o’ plates and now i’m with a ladder!

outro:
n_ggas got come ready v, yo v they gotta come ready, man, they gotta come ready man, sh_t the elimination changin’, man, gettin’ n_ggas to f_ck up outta here, ch ch ch ch ch, all that sh_t you heard?

- v don

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