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letra de blow yo' face off - 919slum

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[hook]
i got a triple barrel shotgun, blow your face off
i’ma kick it out while cranked off the zoloft
put him in his coffin, make a lament off an old song
hunnid rounds on lean street, b-tch, i’m really finna do you wrong
i got a triple barrel shotgun, blow your face off
i’ma kick it out while cranked off the zoloft
put him in his coffin, make a lament off an old song
hunnid rounds on lean street, b-tch, i’m really finna do you wrong

[verse 1]
wake me up, find me dead, cold lips and a pale face
drop a hundred tabs, i’m gon’ feel my heart race
creatures in the night, see the black and the dark trace
call up cosmic lawd, and he gon’ blow off yo’ face
red mask, black gat, crewneck from north face
bullets hit yo’ corе atriums, they gon’ vibrate
hunnid rounds droppin’, i’m gon’ send ‘еm to a high place
eye stays red, but i’m never in a high state

[hook]
i got a triple barrel shotgun, blow your face off
i’ma kick it out while cranked off the zoloft
put him in his coffin, make a lament off an old song
hunnid rounds on lean street, b-tch, i’m really finna do you wrong
i got a triple barrel shotgun, blow your face off
i’ma kick it out while cranked off the zoloft
put him in his coffin, make a lament off an old song
hunnid rounds on lean street, b-tch, i’m really finna do you wrong
[verse 2]
we ain’t stealin’ cars, armed in a black chevy
with macs, ski masks, got slacks with my ‘chete
pull up on a oppa, pray to god, hope i’m ready
when it comes to the coppers, i won’t even leave a fledging
i been makin’ white lean, i been mixin’ like a medley
i don’t ever gotta change, no one gon’ forget me
slap ’em with my glockie, motherf-cker, do you get me?
i ain’t wanna f-ck the b-tch, now the b-tch tryna hit me
white girl like whitney, pull up to the wendy’s
i’m keepin’ a 50, concealed, and it’s with me
i’ma real cig smoker, adderall, no sticky
i don’t sip no mo’, f-ck you trend-hoppin’ twizzy
i’m a grimy motherf-cker from the south east
having bad dreams ’bout me, make you grind t–th
whitelean, motherf-cker, what you know ’bout me?
fourth eye, six feet, comin’ from beneath, lean street

[hook]
i got a triple barrel shotgun, blow your face off
i’ma kick it out while cranked off the zoloft
put him in his coffin, make a lament off an old song
hunnid rounds on lean street, b-tch, i’m really finna do you wrong
i got a triple barrel shotgun, blow your face off
i’ma kick it out while cranked off the zoloft
put him in his coffin, make a lament off an old song
hunnid rounds on lean street, b-tch, i’m really finna do you wrong

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