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letra de pain music - li rye

[intro]
(uh-huh)
big 26 sh-t, n-gga
twenty dead opps, i’m too high

[chorus]
shots hit from out the window, bent ’em, head bust on the corner
i’m a people person, but don’t like bein’ ’round people, i’m a loner
i pop pills to help me with my pain, i used to be a stoner
but i’m done smokin’ weed, i smoke opps, he a goner
ha, new pack
knock, knock, who’s that?
that pillow talkin’ got him whacked
he gone, i know he want him back
say you love me, but never called me back
what type of sh-t is that?
she tryna teach me about love, but i don’t believe in that

[verse 1]
oxycodin, i’m in love
xanax in my lean, i can’t stop pourin’ up
tell me you’ll do, then you don’t, what the f-ck?
i’m off these percs, baby, i’m tryna f-ck
let me f-ck for four hours, just say, “that’s enough”
that’s how i know that sh-t ain’t love
a b-tch that really love you gon’ let you f-ck until she go numb
pop a perc’, give that sh-t thirty minutes, then i go dumb
i got n-ggas really fightin’ sentences, prayin’ they don’t come
do or die, well b-tch, i’m a man, on ten where i’ma stand
quick to get to sprayin’, go against the plan, my side don’t do no playin’
if shots, get behind me, street certified, i protect all my fans
don’t pray, but if i did at night, i’d send one up for all my fans
if i die today, know i’m okay, keep out your open hands
i’d go spoil all the bros before i pay for a ho onlyfans
we got this sh-t up in control, i barely like to troll no more
but b-tch, when i’m behind that mic, i’m woofin’ bad like, “who want smoke?”
[chorus]
shots hit from out the window, bent ’em, head bust on the corner
i’m a people person, but don’t like bein’ ’round people, i’m a loner
i pop pills to help me with my pain, i used to be a stoner
but i’m done smokin’ weed, i smoke opps, he a goner
ha, new pack
knock, knock, who’s that?
that pillow talkin’ got him whacked
he gone, i know he want him back
say you love me, but never called me back
what type of sh-t is that?
she tryna teach me about love, but i don’t believe in that

[verse 2]
swipe a b-tch, scam that
the card ain’t hit, can’t pay ’em back, huh?
you been knew you was bad, now he wan’ smack, that lil’ ass fat, huh?
now he tryna jab it from the back, huh?
i would pay that ass, two racks, huh?
you wish you could go back, huh?
first time over o, you was stayin’ with your people, huh?
brother gone, that’s that reaper, huh?
ain’t do sh-t but smoke reefer, huh?
in the c-n-ls, it’s evil, huh?
li rye don’t like sh-t ‘less to make a flipper, huh?
they never see your lonely nights fightin’ demons, huh?
you was outside swingin’ bullets, huh?
you and all your n-ggas, late night schemin’, huh?
you tryna catch an opp, but show him you a demon, huh?
they dissin’ while you outside posted up with no demon time
got pape’, now when he slide, he swipe his glock, hop in a different ride
was claimin’ an opp, his brother dropped, he hopped on live and cried
wake up out my freeze, sayin’, “what the f-ck? my n-gga really died”
them foxes on the hunt, ain’t hard to believe they really hidin’
this draco back a punch, the opps get crunched, we hit sh-t with that iron
it’s lookin’ like a bloodline, d-mn, they not even tryin’
get your paperwork when he got told on by that n-gga
i ain’t gon’ say his name, ain’t tryna spank right now, ain’t got the time
bodies, b-tches, bodies, bodies, b-tches, only thing on my line

- li rye

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