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letra de die slow - 47shawnn

yuh, b-tch, huh, huh
fortyyyyyy

[chorus:]
i’m popping out, i’m with my f-cking gang
n-gga you a b-tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f-cking head, fill him up with lead
f-ck this rapping sh-t, it’s n-ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n-gga, in his crimson chin
where the f-ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached

[verse 1:]
man i ain’t chasing b-tches, only thing i’m chasing is the bread
and if her p-ssy easy, i don’t even ask her for the head
cause what these b-tches on, they only trusting sh-t that you ain’t said
i’m getting topped off from ya b-tch, that’s why shе leaving you on read
now what i said?
i ain’t trusting hoes, i ain’t trusting n-ggas
squeezing triggеrs
n-ggas flaw as f-ck
they ain’t really k!llers
i pull up, with a f-cking strap
gun that n-gga down
keep suppressors on my guns
so i can move without a sound
i ain’t smoking, on my
opp’s life
cause he mid as f-ck
scale him up, and then i serve cheap
because he mid as f-ck!
they don’t buy his ass, because they know his gas is mid as f-ck!
i call him cbd because this n-gga really mid as f-ck!
nah i’m dead as f-ck, this n-gga trynna fight
but his b-tch trynna f-ck
f-ck em up, he taking down on gang, i gotta shut him up
pistol play, i play with p-ssy b-tch, that ak gotta spray
pull up and shoot the place he lay
this n-gga never safe
[chorus:]
i’m popping out, i’m with my f-cking gang
n-gga you a b-tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f-cking head, fill him up with lead
f-ck this rapping sh-t, it’s n-ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n-gga, in his crimson chin
where the f-ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached
i’m popping out, i’m with my f-cking gang
n-gga you a b-tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f-cking head, fill him up with lead
f-ck this rapping sh-t, it’s n-ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n-gga, in his crimson chin
where the f-ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached

- 47shawnn

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