gun violence* - meek mill lyrics
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[intro]
yeah, this that treacherous nights, k!lladelphia type sh*t
hold your thirty tight, when you go to sleep
[pre*chorus]
all we know is gun violence (gun violence)
go to jail, come back and now your son wildin’ (he wildin’)
got a price all on his head, don’t give a f*ck ’bout it (he don’t give a f*ck)
sittin’ on the couch with his grandmamas, smelling like gun powder (f*ck that sh*t)
[chorus]
yee, yee, all we know is gun violence (that’s all we know)
he just smoked a n*gga broad day, ain’t give a f*ck ’bout it (hrr)
now it’s murder gone to his head, he gettin’ a rush ’bout it (he get a rush)
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