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21 jump $treet - 5.53fxndi lyrics

[intro: 5.53fxndi]
wa*wa*wa*walk with my glock but my glock do my talkin
hit him with hollows i [?] walkin
shoot up his homie put him in a coffin
[?] i do this sh*t often

[hook: 5.53fxndi]
ride with a*ride with a glock in the front seat
i’m really grimy don’t trust me
[?] fxndi know it’s a dumpy
my opps [?] 21 jump street
ride with a glock in the front seat
i’m really grimy don’t trust me
[?] fxndi know it’s a dumpy
my opps [?] 21 jump street
[bridge: 5.53fxndi]
grah grah grah
fah fah fah
bah bah bah
grah grah grah

[verse 1: 5.53fxndi]
30 round mag imma hit him with a slime ball
f*ck a cooler kit choppa hit you with a fireball
hollow to his face up and dump his 3rd eyeball
yo momma is a junky so i sold her ass a 8 ball
100 round drum choppa sound like percussion
blow yo*blow yo whole block [?] feel like a russians
speak*speakin on my name better take repercussions
you ain’t*you ain’t talkin money then there ain’t no discussions
walk*walkin in the trap [?] him down for a while
you’s a*you’s a f*ckin junky you the number one buyer
i don’t*i don’t еven like you so the pricеs always higher
sa*say you got a body boy you’s a f*ckin liar
my*my*my partner [?] for some honey buns
they gone send him to the county 8 years for a gun
pistol totin menace i be robbin cause it’s fun
got the drugs comin in shippin back by the ton
[?] on my neck 10 bands for the chain
i’m in love with a freak she in love gave her brain
i got molly in my t**th then i’m swervin out my lane
i be callin up my mexican like “where the cocaine?”
fee*fee fi foe [?] knock his ass down
shoo*shoot him in the face put him 6 feet in a ground
dru*drum on a drake and it hold 50 rounds
where the*where the l!cks at i’m tryna run off with some pounds
dra*drank in my cup got me movin real slow
tote a*tote a fn boy this a big pole
i be*i be outside tryna take a p*ssy slow
comin*comin through my block boy you boutta pay a toll
[verse 2: pyschojava]
n*gga you ain’t bout sh*t go and grab a f*ckin gun
imma slide up to the function with a grip i make you run
you a b*tch get on your knees i slap yo face i make you cum
hit him with a upper cut and now that n*gga done
who the f*ck is you b*tch imma talk and imma walk
i got h*lla b*tches on my d*ck they tryna hit me up
you think that you gangster n*gga i don’t give a f*ck
b*tch i’m aimin at yo neck slit yo ass better duck
and my b*tch [?] leave you dead
fxndi finna slide with a gun with a tech
aim b*tch straight at yo head
[?]
slice open yo neck and dump yo body off the ledge
n*ggas think they tough till they pull up to the function
21 shots to yo face no discussion
hit a p*ssy n*gga in his head got a concussion
now he cannot walk [?] function
and i got a stick [?]
imma empty out the glock and imma [?] like a russian
and i [?] we be f*ckin
if you ugly we not f*ckin
i be sh*ttin on the beat like i’m dumpin
[?] assumption
b*tch i’m goin hard i’m takin lives call it deduction
empty out yo block like n*gga no russian
pull up [?]
[outro: 5.53fxndi]
[?] on my neck 10 bands for the chain
i’m in love with a freak she in love gave her brain
i got molly in my t**th then i’m swervin out my lane
i be callin up my mexican like “where the cocaine?”
fee*fee fi foe [?] knock his ass down
shoo*shoot him in the face put him 6 feet in a ground
dru*drum on a drake and it hold 50 rounds
where the*where the l!cks at i’m tryna run off with some pounds

- 5 53fxndi lyrics

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