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yungliv - killers in كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
uh, uh, uh
(turn me up trad)
ayy, we pull up and we send hot sh_t
(yall f_ck with dre banks)

[chorus]
bad lil’ freak got b_tched, gon’ give that lo’ or we gon’ send it up
stay ’bout what you said, when we person, don’t start b_tchin’ up
dumbass dropped the diss and still got hit, they must ain’t get enough
put forty on my wrist, six on my fit, and still got glizzy tucked
we used to this, late shootouts, drac’ and dripped, i scuffed my louis kicks
keep that backdoor closed, can’t have them callin’ like “your son a vic'”
i know they want me dead, back on my head, but still ain’t catching sh_t
put one foot in the door, this b_tch won’t close, i brought my k!llers in

[verse]
gohead, pop off first, he gettin’ adressed by one my hittеrs
22 shots and benji comin’ through, throwin shots out the rental
wе take rappers chains after they bounce the song and send it
i put that bag on top yo’ head and have your lil’ bro get up with you
and i already got too many links on, i ain’t tryna link with no n_ggas
i already came in with my savages, i ain’t tryna hang with yo’ k!llers
all this x get me defensive, that call spin twice, won’t think to flip
he put his hands up, strike a pose, and ate them shots from out that semi
i ain’t gotta paint no image for these b_tches, why? ’cause i’m that n_gga
the opps be slidin’, but still don’t make no difference, why? ’cause they just missin’
if i f_ck twice, she might be ‘ight, but that don’t mean the guys can’t hit her
these n_ggas dissed bro for some likes, and ran and fell when folks got with them
my auntie caught me out there late night shootin’ backsh_t, only with me
can’t end up no statistic, we wrap sh_t up, early christmas
the way this glock go back and fourth, we bound to catch up when i get him
everyday we light sh_t like the forth, and we ain’t just decorate the pistols
[chorus]
bad lil’ freak got b_tched, gon’ give that lo’ or we gon’ send it up
stay ’bout what you said, when we person, don’t start b_tchin’ up
dumbass dropped the diss and still got hit, they must ain’t get enough
put forty on my wrist, six on my fit, and still got glizzy tucked
we used to this, late shootouts, drac’ and dripped, i scuffed my louis kicks
keep that backdoor closed, can’t have them callin’ like “your son a vic'”
i know they want me dead, back on my head, but still ain’t catching sh_t
put one foot in the door, this b_tch won’t close, i brought my k!llers in

- yungliv

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