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ap3247 - auntiraf lyrics

[intro]
shoot em first
shoot em in the back, shoot em where it hurts
bleeding through his back, bleeding through his shirt
bleeding through the dirt, bleeding through the he*rs*

[chorus]
i had to start working out just so i could hold up my brand*new gun
i’m on garibaldi and i’m with the sh*ts if you wanna come and have some fun
got my opps on their knees, got my b*tch on her knees they gone fold for some funds
and it’s 41 gelato just for the time being cause’ they ran out of runtz
every time, every hit
oh, sh*t think i’m feeling sick
d*mn, it’s mid
i’m about to k!ll this b*tch
i’m about to k!ll this b*tch
chop her head off and keep that sh*t

[verse]
turned him to a vegetable
iso, not no pick and roll
count it ain’t no decimals
she want me to pack a bowl
i poured up another four
tried to step won’t keep your toe
icy keep the heater low
i relapse off itamo
i relapse off mgp
what these b*tches want from me?
i’m the plug what they want from me?
my left*hand bro been the middleman
my right*hand bro been on peter pan
i whip up white got them higher than a kite
i don’t really love her, but she think that imma plight
pledge that sh*t i ain’t taking no flight
man f*ck the pledge of allegiance
i got my bag from neimans
got undercover demons
i’m underground i’m leaving
man, where they at i’m out here
can tell they not from around here
but i run every city
i got a purple kidney
i got a purple lifestyle
i’m feeling like surb’ right now
i swear she don’t know how to pipe down
bww, white cow
got a milky b*tch she want this
i told her she can’t have it
gotta pimp this b*tch i bossed up
she short*term it ain’t lasting
[chorus]
i had to start working out just so i could hold up my brand*new gun
i’m on garibaldi and i’m with the sh*ts if you wanna come and have some fun
got my opps on their knees, got my b*tch on her knees they gone fold for some funds
and it’s 41 gelato just for the time being cause’ they ran out of runtz
every time, every hit
oh, sh*t think i’m feeling sick
d*mn, it’s mid
i’m about to k!ll this b*tch
i’m about to k!ll this b*tch
chop her head off and keep that sh*t

- auntiraf lyrics

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