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letra de gun to my head - taha g

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[chorus]
got a gun to my head, you wouldn’t know
poppin xanys for the high, but i feel low
call me crazy, i’m a slave for the f-ckin’ dough
ain’t no paki that can match with my motherf-ckin’ flow
all these b-tches wanna ride for the dope
tell me that they love me, baby, learn to take it slow
call me crazy, imma always tell ’em “no, no”
ain’t no paki got the b-lls to speak their minds, its the truth

[verse 1]
don’t give a f-ck if i’m alive, yeah
don’t give a f-ck about the time, yeah
lets be honest, nothing’s ever fine now, yeah
shoot myself that’s the mothеrf-ckin’ vibe now, yeah
got suicide on my mind, yеah
nightmares, they keeping me up all night, yeah
drinking henny all the f-ckin’ time now, yeah
depressed to my core, that’s the f-ckin’ vibe now, yeah
these drugs keeping me alive, yeah
fake friends f-ckin’ with my mind now, yeah
no money in my hand, what’s the point, yeah
shoot myself, that’s the motherf-ckin’ vibe now, yeah

[chorus]
got a gun to my head, you wouldn’t know
poppin xanys for the high, but i feel low
call me crazy, i’m a slave for the f-ckin’ dough
ain’t no paki that can match with my motherf-ckin’ flow
all these b-tches wanna ride for the dope
tell me that they love me, baby, learn to take it slow
call me crazy, imma always tell ’em “no, no”
ain’t no paki got the b-lls to speak their minds, its the truth
[verse 2]
got suicide on my mind, yeah
poison in my hand to see the light, yeah
they don’t give a f-ck if you die tonight, yeah
talk behind your back, that’s the f-ckin’ vibe now, yeah
b-tches got games on the side, yeah
money makes ’em cum, love ain’t on their f-ckin’ mind, yeah
these devils they be f-ckin’ with mind now, yeah
cheating is the norm, that’s the real life now ,yeah
these drugs keeping me alive, yeah
fake friends f-ckin’ with my mind, yeah
no money in my hand, what’s the point, yeah
shoot myself, that’s the motherf-ckin’ vibe now, yeah

[chorus]
got a gun to my head, you wouldn’t know
poppin xanys for the high, but i feel low
call me crazy, i’m a slave for the f-ckin’ dough
ain’t no paki that can match with my motherf-ckin’ flow
all these b-tches wanna ride for the dope
tell me that they love me, baby, learn to take it slow
call me crazy, imma always tell “no, no”
ain’t no paki got the b-lls to speak their minds, its the truth

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