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lirik lagu primary – ak debris

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{chorus}
man he dead dead dead dead
he layin in the bushes cuz he dead man he dead man he dead dead
dead dead
he sleeping wit the fishes cuz he talking to the feds
man he dead

{ak debris}
my n-ggas k!ll you they won’t even think about it
dui, on that f-ckin molly
i want his head and im dead if i ain’t got it
im so crazy, lock me up just for thinking bout it
ima getchu bish the police can’t save ya
bish im coolin, smokin california in arabia
f-ck you and f-ck the d-mn that made ya
say you gettin money, f-ck them n-ggas that paid ya
you ain’t nun major
you can keep that sh-t where its at
i dont like to interact
i be smokin extract
lookin like a artifact
wanna half or a pack
serve em out the callidac
shoot em from the f-ckin back
you be talking to the feds
we dont talk about you no more
i might getchu from the front
lord have mercy on yo soul
got a lebanese girl
yellow like the custard
ima hustla you a buster
i can out smoke a rasta

{chorus}
man he dead dead dead dead
he layin in the bushes cuz he dead man he dead man he dead dead
dead dead
he sleeping wit the fishes cuz he talking to the feds
man he dead

{tex armstrong}
f-ck around and get k!lled n-gga
i know grave diggers and gold diggers
ion pick my nose, i pull triggers
run up in your home in disguise, why you look surprise?
relax or get murk
if you holding that work, you get robbed for your sh-t bruh
shooters they gon shoot you twice in case you gotta double life
tell your mama dont even worry, your son is in paradise
if you talkin to the federally, i want your head
i know n-ggas they gon get it for me, they ain’t scared
all this f-ckin crumbs still ain’t tryna share no bread
ion f-ck wit presidents unless them n-ggas f-ckin dead
ion even get ready, ask my mama i was born prepared
if you war ready tho, we gon shoot till somebody dead
book a flight, flare gang but smoke like the taylor
see you later, say your last prayer
leave a n-gga dead permanently like you ain’t coming out that coma

{chorus}
man he dead dead dead dead
he layin in the bushes cuz he dead man he dead man he dead dead
dead dead
he sleeping wit the fishes cuz he talking to the feds
man he dead

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