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die slow - 47shawnn lyrics

yuh, b*tch, huh, huh
fortyyyyyy

[chorus:]
i’m popping out, i’m with my f*cking gang
n*gga you a b*tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f*cking head, fill him up with lead
f*ck this rapping sh*t, it’s n*ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n*gga, in his crimson chin
where the f*ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached

[verse 1:]
man i ain’t chasing b*tches, only thing i’m chasing is the bread
and if her p*ssy easy, i don’t even ask her for the head
cause what these b*tches on, they only trusting sh*t that you ain’t said
i’m getting topped off from ya b*tch, that’s why shе leaving you on read
now what i said?
i ain’t trusting hoes, i ain’t trusting n*ggas
squeezing triggеrs
n*ggas flaw as f*ck
they ain’t really k!llers
i pull up, with a f*cking strap
gun that n*gga down
keep suppressors on my guns
so i can move without a sound
i ain’t smoking, on my
opp’s life
cause he mid as f*ck
scale him up, and then i serve cheap
because he mid as f*ck!
they don’t buy his ass, because they know his gas is mid as f*ck!
i call him cbd because this n*gga really mid as f*ck!
nah i’m dead as f*ck, this n*gga trynna fight
but his b*tch trynna f*ck
f*ck em up, he taking down on gang, i gotta shut him up
pistol play, i play with p*ssy b*tch, that ak gotta spray
pull up and shoot the place he lay
this n*gga never safe
[chorus:]
i’m popping out, i’m with my f*cking gang
n*gga you a b*tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f*cking head, fill him up with lead
f*ck this rapping sh*t, it’s n*ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n*gga, in his crimson chin
where the f*ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached
i’m popping out, i’m with my f*cking gang
n*gga you a b*tch
we shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
bullet holes, in his f*cking head, fill him up with lead
f*ck this rapping sh*t, it’s n*ggas out here trynna see me dead
im trynna win, k!ll him with a grin
oh that was a sin
knock a n*gga, in his crimson chin
where the f*ck you been?
or where you at?
i’m posted where he lack
i’m trynna make a stack
i’ll flip it back
cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached

- 47shawnn lyrics

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