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black flag! - 47shawnn lyrics

big fortyseven in this sh*t
(fortyyyyy)

[verse 1: 47shawnn]
check
gun got a silencer
only hear voices
these n*ggas be making irregular choices
i’m not ricky bivins, but that girl is poison
(heh, d*mnnnn)
heart is on frozen
you look at me wrong and your mouth will be swollen
like b*tch i’m the one that was chosen
i’m one of a kind
that’s why i stay on my grind
d*mn my lil baby is fine
got n*ggas in paris
you talk down on me and you perish
i’m getting some head on the terrace
that ain’t how we speak
snap on the beat, like a streak
i want a mill like i’m meek
i want the money
n*ggas be goofy and bummy
i givе her the d, when it’s sunny
chеck me
(yuh, yuh)
b*tch i be living like larry
the king of my city
like b*tch i was lying
i went and seen afterlife
i wasn’t trying
they couldn’t k!ll me
cause i’m already dead
and we spinning the block
for the blood that was shed
whole lotta red
that sh*t is fed
i just be chasing the bread
the f*ck is you on
i’m starting to feel like a clone
i’m trynna get back in my zone
i’m trynna get back on my throne
get back in the element
please name a n*gga that i am not better than
this ar do damage, i don’t wanna scr*p
i have no time for beefing
i just wanna rap
i have no time for beefing
i’m free till the weekend
call me sleepy hallow
i fell off the deep end
hm, yuh
my body different
don’t call her queen
i just call her my empress
i’m clean as a maid
i just need me a minute
they holding me back
cause i don’t have a limit
got paid off a snippet
i’m running up digits
i need an ak, b*tch i don’t need a bridgette
these bullets ain’t having no names when i shoot em
we talking that gun talk you know i am fluent
pull up on n*ggas i’m k!lling them dead
seven got heat
can you get what i said
shawnn in control
that’s how my life goes
call me a stripper cause i keep a pole
shopping at kohl’s and i’m getting some clothes
you can get beat like you working at bose
chopped off a n*gga cause he was a mole
and he was a rat
chilling and hanging with snakes
he lied to me once and that’s all i could take
i pushed him aside
like a b*tch got a rake
n*ggas got beef so i put em in steak
chopped him in salad
my wrist got a patek
i cannot f*ck with these n*ggas they b*tches
stay on a side
you don’t gotta be switching
rip in my soul
it’s the ripple effect
keep doing damage
that sh*t gon reflect
i make a n*gga go pay his respect
the way that he tried me
i think i’m impressed

- 47shawnn lyrics

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