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drama - slatt zy lyrics

[chorus]
first off, rest in peace to my brother and
i’m sorry to my momma
out my top block hot like summer b*tch
we strictly bout that drama
i can’t get this out my head
he want some smoke we leave him dead
i’ma stand on ten ‘fore i let them get me dead
i been steady city rollin’ on the top where we stay

[verse 1]
i just bought another glock, tell the opp he bought to lay
i ain’t shootin’ at your legs, b*tch, i’m shootin’ at your face
i’ma get a n*gga wacked, i’ma pop ’em broad day
i remember them cold nights in east lake
say thеy showin’ real love but the sh*t it bе fake
growing up eating noodles, i ain’t never had steak
now a b*tch wanna eat, tryna eat off my plate
feel alone take these drugs now i’m gone away
and we showed up you know that we showed up
i feel like no other like we be untouchable
back on the block and we post with a nine
b*tch, yeah, you trippin’ your out of your mind
you see i don’t love, why the f*ck you keep tryin’?
they sellin’ fake love but i steady keep buyin’
[chorus]
first off, rest in peace to my brother and
i’m sorry to my momma
out my top block hot like summer b*tch
we strictly bout that drama
i can’t get this out my head
he want some smoke we leave him dead
i’ma stand on ten ‘fore i let them get me dead
i been steady city rollin’ on the top where we stay

(verse)
i dont got no feelings im thuggin
push on they b*ttons on god b*tch its nothin
say that you street well thats all of a sudden
got k!llers on go b*tch i just push a b*tton
screamin out f*ck it you know i ain’t a virgin
clean out that b*tch where the f*ck the detergent
i had to start rappin didn’t want to keep workin
im splitten his sh*t now that b*tch he need surgery
a stab in the back b*tch you knew that was foul
dont f*ck with these rappers they jockin my style
ay turn that sh*t down we smoking that loud
i bury that b*tch now he up in the clouds
lovin that b*tch while she given me head
dont f*ck with you f*ck with your sister instead
let him do what he do he get popped like some meds
now he talkin to god shouldn’t said what he said
[chorus]
first off, rest in peace to my brother and
i’m sorry to my momma
out my top block hot like summer b*tch
we strictly bout that drama
i can’t get this out my head
he want some smoke we leave him dead
i’ma stand on ten ‘fore i let them get me dead
i been steady city rollin’ on the top where we stay
first off, rest in peace to my brother and
i’m sorry to my momma
out my top block hot like summer b*tch
we strictly bout that drama
i can’t get this out my head
he want some smoke we leave him dead
i’ma stand on ten ‘fore i let them get me dead
i been steady city rollin’ on the top where we stay

- slatt zy lyrics

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