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headshot! - emags lyrics

[intro: emags]
baby
i’ll search ’em down
i can’t stand up, i can’t stand up
look around

[chorus: emags]
leave you on the ground, make you a f*ckin’ flesh rod
one false move gonna lead into a headshot
watch out, c4, it got a red dot
aimin’ for the head, think i need to take a dead shot
battery, all these b*tches takin’ after me
watch out while i recharge ’em like a battery
one month later, i’m a victim of the gathering
talk sh*t, now you’re aiming at me
i’m like sorry
leave you on the ground, make you a f*ckin’ flesh rod
one false move gonna lead into a headshot
watch out, c4, it got a red dot
aimin’ for the head, think i need to take a dead shot
battery, all these b*tches takin’ after me
watch out while i recharge ’em like a battery
wait, one month later, i’m a victim of the gathering
talk sh*t, now you’re aiming at me
i’m like sorry

[verse 1: moodyriley]
if he try, if he talkin’ sh*t
pray i leave him wit’ a stain
shots, take your shots
take it out his brain now
ain’t it funny now?
talked on the phone, you’re not depressed
decided, when you don’t take it right
i put your percy’s into thatch*filled body bags, and f*ckin’ shot at them
it’s an apology?
she wants to f*ck it up
i’m so taken away, ’cause i’m tired of
finding myself in the rain
ain’t it funny now?

[verse 2: kuriosity]
talk to me, b*tch be quiet, please don’t make a sound
leave your hands tied, we gon’ leave his body on the ground
leave your hands tied, you won’t see me, no, none of us
’cause how you gonna tell? we gon’ leave that n*gga hands tied
but that’s okay, that n*gga finna try now
oh, you a funny guy?
you a stupid b*tch, you will die now
it’s funny how you lie now, and hope n0body finds out
you’re lucky i keep you involved
he talkin’ sh*t, we mowed him down
[chorus: emags]
leave you on the ground, make you a f*ckin’ flesh rod
one false move gonna lead into a headshot
watch out, c4, it got a red dot
aimin’ for the head, think i need to take a dead shot
battery, all these b*tches takin’ after me
watch out while i recharge ’em like a battery
uh, one month later, i’m a victim of the gathering
talk sh*t, now you’re aiming at me
i’m like sorry

[outro: emags]
yeah (haha, shoutout guda)
like sorry, yeah
like sorry

- emags lyrics

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