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rose petals - azryl lyrics

lyrics:

i’m ’bout my motto, real strict to the code
pr*nto, i’m quick with the blade to his throat
f*ck with me, n*gga gets split if he folds
rose petals fall on your grave, funeral

bro tend to lie, claim much bullsh*t to me
p*ssy boy know he ain’t ’bout what he speaks
f*ck what they sayin’, i’m countin’ this green, heh
all you lil n*ggas is fiends

smile is white, icy bright, cool smile gleam
laughing to da bank, yah, your ho tryna link
poppin’ 6 xans to the face, i’m weak
white xan bar, double cup, purple lean

h*ll yeah, shawty passed around, bouncing d*ck trampoline
and your homeboy tryna cuff, he a goofy on me
tote your choppa, death stroke, yeah, that b*tch dead meat, h*ll yeah

ye, n*gga, i’m havin’ a ball
acrobats dancing around, circus love carnival clowns
feel like the talk of the town
can’t fall in love, i don’t love billie jean
humorous ho, she’ll be trouble
heard through the grapevine my opps wanna bang
i’m dumping bullets on all y’all
reaper scythe point at you, dislocate enemy
horseman of death got my targets on lock

metal gear solid, my forty glock pop at you
bullets gon’ blow at you, drop, watch you fall, uh
like air force, my off*whites gon’ pop
pump it up, i’m off the walls
turn me up, i’m off the walls
ye, pop me a perky, let’s rock

you talk real sl!ck, i put the gat up to his neck
yeah, his heart beat real fast
f*ck with us, it’s your funeral, i don’t aim low
i’m aiming at your head

brodie wanna gat attack, don’t test
on his ass, he get a heart attack
death’ll come and take his soul real fast

funeral, lil’ b*tch, this your last, yuh woah
you lackin’ hard, bro, my n*gga, you a pack, yuh
i might sell your ashes to a crack addict
glocks 40’s and macs, sniper ammo full pack
draco paint vanta black, hollow sh*lls, i hit ’em with that, yah
i’m ’bout my motto, real strict to the code
pr*nto, i’m quick with the blade to his throat
fwm, n*gga gets split if he folds
rose petals fall on your grave, funeral

bro tend to lie, claim much bs to me
p*ssy boy know he ain’t ’bout what he speaks
f*ck what they sayin’, i’m countin’ this green, heh
all you lil n*ggas is fiends

let’s turn up, let’s have some fun
pump it up, let’s party, baby
throw your bands, throw it up
watch it fall as they watch, jaw dropping

bags, they comin’ so fast
hoes, they callin’ like “what’s up, baby?”
turn me up, bih, let’s dance
popped a molly, i’m sweatin’, baby

let’s have some fun
pump it up, let’s party, baby
throw your choppas right up
bullets blowin’, my opps, they fallin’

bodies droppin’ so fast
roses fall in advance, let’s party
turn me up, bih, let’s dance
funeral, this your last, don’t play me

- azryl lyrics

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