deadman - kay glizz, nunnie da iii, jah savv lyrics
[verse: kay glizz]
troopers out here doin’ n*ggas bad, do your research
park the flip, we jump out flame ’em down, that’s how we rehe*rs*
that .40 went, (fahh, fahh, fahh), soon as he reverse
them dented tips be leavin’ n*ggas leakin’ through they t*shirt
every time i slide got lil’ julie on my side
don’t be loafing at that chicken spot, that get you fried
i got more than fifty any time we hoppin’ in that ride
i ain’t deading sh*t, i up on anything, that’s just my pride
you a victim? how the f*ck you diss beforе you bend
we gon’ double back and fl!ck ‘еm, down and now he in the wind
did some slimey sh*t so now we gotta put ’em to a end
i be wit’ my glahh glahh’s, we’ll shoot you and your friend
ain’t don’t play wit’ savage, i’ma up it, clap it, that’s my twin
last n*gga pulled a stunt, and ’em bullets ate his skin
we them troopers n*gga, every time we ball we get the win
lord forgive me for my foolishness, i hate when i sin
nany prayin’ for me, told me keep my head high
don’t forget before that goofy died, he got a leggaz
i’m a [?] wit’ my movin’ n*ggas, smokin’ dead guys
he was loafin’ on that block and that’s who got his head fried
glahh n*gga
[verse: 2 nunnie da iii]
hop out and get to clappin’ since they wanna play
yellin’ “woo”, that’s the 48, we do ’em just like nate
d’s be in the ‘ville, so we spin the block broad day
we don’t beef wit’ garvey, they be wit’ the f*ggots, they g*y
we be on some other sh*t
i just bought another grip, my clip done fell in love wit’ it
got hollows wit’ the b*tter tips
them b*tches hurt
she shakin’ ass on a trooper, she tryna make it twerk
shout out all of my demons that was puttin’ in work
i just got a blue dot, we tryna get your crew shot
the way we hit ’em you would think that we was tupac
glahh, that’s what you hear when the troops flock
god had helped ’em up, now it’s time to spin through a new block
(glahh)
[verse 3: jah savv]
if he ain’t slidin’ or providing then we takin’ n*ggas privilege’s
b*tch, i’m a trooper, in that jam i do not say sh*t
tryna link up for some p*ssy, now boogie brain’s they remaining
i call nunnie up, he slidin’ through, my cuzzy fienin’ to bang
it get active in the spots, i throw my set up, got to bang
if we catch you, they gon’ have to post your picture wit’ some wings
kg still on hots, he still trying make another dead guy
we smokin’ mali, if you know you know, he got his head fried
we ain’t stoppin’ ’til we shot up that block where we used to party
bad b*tch, pump booty, she shake it, it look like ari
she gon’ set the drop and we gon’ be rollin’ ’em in the marley
free the troopers, they my doers, they sittin’ up doin’ bids
i can’t stop ’til they start lettin’ out my k!llers out that jam
we suit up and word to bro they do not want me in that civic
free our driver, me and six come through completing all the missions
free our driver, me and six come through completing all the missions
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