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seen it alot - ac640 & sparkheem lyrics

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[intro]
(are we live in this motherf*cker, terk?)
(don’t get clipped up, n*gga, you gon’ get trucked, n*gga, mhmm) (ayy, terk, sparkheem)

[chorus]
i fell in love how that drac’ go off
i’m not no savage but i’ll blow in the mall
he got hit with that .308 in his knee for thinking he tall
like chris paul, if you trust me, you get crossed
i creeped on his block, when i cracked his ass, they was lost
i’m a real deal creep, you a pup, i’m a dog
you feeling froggy then leap like a frog
that .300 black hit you all in your black
he ain’t got no bs, that n*gga, he cap
for all that dissing and lying, i’ma knock off your snapback
i always get up close, i need to work on my jumpshot
ten opps outside, nine n*ggas got shot
for all the n*ggas i done k!lled, they need to give me a plaque
i get out on two, making n*ggas run track
fell in love with blood spill, i done seen that alot

[verse]
and you gotta be on point in this mission
we gon’ creep on they ass for all of that dissing
and lock them windows when we fishing
i don’t play with no guns ’cause my trigger finger be itching
i got aim with this switch, i got aim with this chop, i’ma hop out and pin him
i’m tall as sh*t when i get out the car, i’ma pin you like slenderman
cross that line, i’ma pin you, i don’t care if you’re a member
i’ma hunt your ass from january to the end of december
i cracked your big brother and i cracked your man, i’m proud the one to say that he did it
and i ain’t no rapper, i’m the type to go get in that car, with your blood, i’ma spill it
and i don’t trust no n*gga to go get in that car with me, if we get booked, he gon’ tip ’em
them 7.62s gon’ lift ’em
he was running fast so i tripped him
he was rolling the dice, cr*pped out and the shots made him cripple
he died on the scene, switch hit him in his temple
[chorus]
i fell in love how that drac’ go off
i’m not no savage but i’ll blow in the mall
he got hit with that .308 in his knee for thinking he tall
like chris paul, if you trust me, you get crossed
i creeped on his block, when i cracked his ass, they was lost
i’m a real deal creep, you a pup, i’m a dog
you feeling froggy then leap like a frog
that .300 black hit you all in your black
he ain’t got no bs, that n*gga, he cap
for all that dissing and lying, i’ma knock off your snapback
i always get up close, i need to work on my jumpshot
ten opps outside, nine n*ggas got shot
for all the n*ggas i done k!lled, they need to give me a plaque
i get out on two, making n*ggas run track
fell in love with blood spill, i done seen that alot

[outro]
(are we live in this motherf*cker, terk)
(an1 be cranking)

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