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letra de slow death - synsy

[verse 1: 99zed]
zeddy need that niccy ’cause these hoes be acting sh-tty
listening to 50 i’m with sally smoke a spliffy
smoke it in a jiffy, ain’t n0body f-cking with me
i’ma roll another blizzy still ain’t no-one f-cking with me
pack touch down from the states blowing indo
f-ck a haircut got the nine up on my temple
shiesty as a f-ck when i be tweaking off the benzos
f-ck that, i be smoking till my skull crack
riding real low bending corners in the cadillac
3 up in the wood i chop it down like i’m a lumberjack
f-ck out my face i think i need some sp-ce
smoke to the face now i’m floating through sp-ce
i don’t feel great, feel like leaving this place
only slow death awaits please come take me away (stupid b-tch)

[verse 2: synsy]
took a couple seconds off to get back to my old self
zed got the bl!cky, long range hold the inhale
exhale when he pull the trigger we don’t mean well
i be on my own sh-t, f-ck your trends and f-ck a cowbell
boppin’ down the street, blasting 50 while they acting sh-tty
got the niccy going to my head i make em dizzy
love to my g, my bro, my guy, my twizzy, started from the bottom
now we up forever out here stacking lizzy
they blocking off the exits tryna shut me out
i tell these f-ckers if they want the smoke i’m sittin in the south
you gonna head off? before we take your f-cking head off
i aim the read dot, ain’t no smoke and mirrors when your brain’s gone
they all naysay but we ain’t on the same wave
i’ma move onto the next like its a segue
sh-lls will hit his body when i let the ting spray
if we ever f-cked, i didn’t mean it, have the worst day
f-ck all these b-tches they all act the same
stay needing the pack cuz it’s keeping me sane
zed got the nine to his temple again
i’m so done wit you hoes get the f-ck in your lane

- synsy

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