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die slowly - offwhite jay lyrics

die slowly lyrics
[intro]
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i know these ratchet hoes keep flockin’, b*tch get out my face, i’ll up this drac. my b*tch keep a rocket in her tommy bag, she ready to spray. if that n*gga talkin’, we gone treat his house just like the bank

[verse 1]

my chick rich like oprah, she take me on trips, we cleared today. i just got a manicure to finger her without the pain. she said she “like india” she popped a n*gga, made him stain. headshots with these red dots, you impressive b*tch, come join the gang. my n*ggas they ready, pockets steady, full with all the pape’, 223’s explode a n*gga and turn his face into some bape. k!ll him if he snitching, even if he bro, that boy a snake. n*gga bound to catch your ass he creep on you just like the shape

[verse 2]

mask on, michael myers, we gone see him at the red light. 12 keep lookin’ at us, hold on bro, we got to shed the pipes. hallow tips gone’ follow like a homing missile, drill that boy. if he keep on talkin’, we gone find his ass and k!ll that boy. n*ggas steady cryin’ when they homie on the pavement, right? y’all n*ggas start shootin’ because you p*ssy ass boys was scared to fight. b*tch i’m from the 216, that bl**dy land, we stay with sticks. man my girl so lovely, got me stuck, i can’t explain this sh*t

[verse 3]

you n*ggas still runnin’, we ain’t trying to chase, we’re trying to blow. i stay with some k!llers, they protect me because i’m bound to blow. brodie saw his opp playing with his kids, he tried to up the score. told this n*gga “chill out, these is kids, this ain’t the way to go.” now i’m with my shorty at the spot, we finna get it in. applebottom jeans draped on this b*tch like it’s 2010. i just heard some knocking at my door, i’m wondering who it is. looking through the peephole of my glock, it’s just my twizzy*twin. rio come through talking about “the opps is right outside the crib.” yeah i got the green light, bet this red light’ll turn him into a squid. lure this b*tch inside the band, we trap his ass just like a mouse. nah b*tch, i ain’t done, i got some shooters at him momma house (shooters at his momma house, n*gga, i got some shooters at his momma house.)

[outro]

you know what, like honestly man like, it’s like every time i be saying i’m about to quit with this rap sh*t i just come right back though, but like it’s cool man, i’m just going to keep doing my thing, i’ll keep getting my money, n*gga f*ck the opps

- offwhite jay lyrics

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