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letra de headshot (lyrics) - sus

[intro]
ay, to the [?]
patrick
i make your bed rock, x was a dead chop, i hit the best pot
ay agb sh-t
bro hit his head top, don’t get my head hot
might catch a headshot
jump out the ding, swing and ching, or let corn fly with the wind
free the guy’s, free armed response
cah it’s not a thing to get man wigged
if sy’s ridin’ i’m glidin’ with em

[verse 1]
who’s that spin that
jump out ying that (yeah)
he paid the price, that’s it no bring back
spin back 25 g’s from the z and cling that
tt man catch and rim back
4 and a half in my slim bag
shank on my waist swing that at your wig back
sweet one tryna give hat till we sit back
bill it up, could be a culps or a mizz pack
more time when the ag’s been dispatched
come back mindi’s covered in his past
[?] shotty filled with tic tacs
sweet for the 4’s, let’s talk, let’s mix match
big fact’s, all of em big cat’s
and i can’t beef with cres no more it’s a mismatch
ching dat skrr up pop door ching that
done up his legs so he had to swim back
true, we done up his chest and back
but before all of that the 4 door crashed him (skrr skrr)
bare man dashin’ ain’t got time for a chat first man that i grab i splash him
saver’s, are your friend’s really shavers?
triple s like franklin trevor and michael
how many guys we wasted
[hook]
i make your bed rock, x was a dead chop, i hit the best pot (ay)
bro hit his head top, don’t get my head hot
might catch a headshot (bow bow)
jump out the ding, swing and ching, or let corn fly with the wind (bow bow)
cah it’s not a thing to get man wigged
if sy’s ridin’ i’m glidin’ with em
i make your bed rock, x was a dead chop, i hit the best pot (ay)
bro hit his head top, don’t get my head hot
might catch a headshot (bow bow)
jump out the ding, swing and ching, or let corn fly with the wind
cah it’s not a thing to get man wigged
if sy’s ridin’ i’m glidin’ with em

[verse 2]
k!ll beats, k!ll neeks on streets
go check out the news if you want a receipt
ay please no tee if you get on your knees
she listen to me, head bob to the beat
throw it back for a g, throw it back for a g
in my bedroom beast, and a sav in the streets
how many times did i have to get uck in a bando toilet
mob used to f-ck an ap
somali bad b’s wan f-ck an ag, yo shake your whole [?]
shall take her top off, get naked for me
she came from the club and saved it for me
had next man babe doin’ up freak
had enough of the paigons doin’ up leak
cah who don’t hear must bleed
light’s out hood’s up assassins like creed
[outro]
i make your bed rock, x was a dead chop, i hit the best pot
bro hit his head top, don’t get my head hot
might catch a headshot
jump out the ding, swing and ching, or let corn fly with the wind
cah it’s not a thing to get man wigged
if sy’s ridin’ i’m glidin’ with em
i make your bed rock, x was a dead chop, i hit the best pot
bro hit his head top, don’t get my head hot
might catch a headshot
jump out the ding, swing and ching, or let corn fly with the wind
cah it’s not a thing to get man wigged
if sy’s ridin’ i’m glidin’ with em

- lyrics sus

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