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yus gz – dead loccs كلمات اغاني

[intro]
every opp shot
smokin’ on dead (like how?)

[verse]
i got a beam on the gun with a drum
like first one i see b_tch i’m leaving ’em done
like oh sh_t, like he can’t run
like no nas in the air now it’s dolo bum
like jay ripp, that n_gga dumb
oyk we gon’ smoke him a ton
bobby and charlie and saint got bunned
bobby and charlie and saint got bunned
like dead locs, on the set
nas caught one to his head and his chest
when we spinning we looking for [?]
bobby did bad he went out on the set
rip rono they didn’t even step
when i get to flockin’ i put ‘еm to rest
eos, gbg, bdb yes
like, i ain’t еven gon’ say the rest
now why you mad? cuz they gone
bro they got hit and then put in a song
diddy got shh now they pouring alone
they tryna call him, he ain’t answer his phone
they keep sucking my d_ck, but i’d lower his tone
smoking on [?] two to the dome
i get to beat it then fly out the room
b_tch i’m on fifty i stay with my chrome
smoking mezzy, b_tch i’m deady
jb confetti, by the deli
i know an opp who got poked in his belly
[?] b_tch i’m toting my smelly (smelly)
she a wetty, blow on her belly
she was just wetter then go to the telly
like i’m gon’ dump, i don’t care b_tch i’m ready
ayo melly (ayo melly)
ayo mell, that’s an opp right there
i know bro gon’ cl!ck till he drop right there
spin through the rail, the cops right there
i know lotti gon’ geek when they flock right there
ayo seemy[?] you a b_tch
i been with a gun i’m gon’ turn him to rip (rip_y)
300k what i sent to my [?]
how yo mans ran down for hittin’ a b_tch?
like when i see you i’m boomin’ you b_tch
bro off a percy, losing his sh_t
but the deuce go good with the sh_t
she feel a way then we boomin’ the b_tch
300k better move with your sh_t
think you lit? ok, then i’m boomin’ your sh_t
300k better move with your sh_t
think you lit? ok, then i’m boomin’ your sh_t
like, ok, kid wanna play
rule number one, i can’t go out like blake
new opps, me no say
they tried to spin, now look at where he lay
smokin’ bobby [?] to the face
i bet i could put a flocka in his place
smokin’ trey, wait i’m late
when jesse got shot he should’ve been a plate[?]
[outro]
every opp shot
nas, grah grah
every opp shot

- yus gz

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