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lirik lagu deadmon – bigsmokechapo

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[intro]
big smoke f*cking chapo n*gga
yall n*ggas hoes
[?]

[chorus]
man down now he screaming out redrum
run down then your ass is a dead mon
hear the gun sound when we shoot at your head mon
we ain’t play around, might just chop of your head mon
run a n*gga up, put dead opps in the air
three grams dead opps in the air
ar with the scope, n*gga h*ll yeah
tre pound with a limp n*gga h*ll yeah
100 round on the stick, n*gga h*ll yeah
got a fifty round on a gl!ck, n*gga h*ll yeah
you n*ggas soft, i was [?] by the [?] man
don’t play around we gon’ go in your sh*t man
quickdraw a b*tch ass with a fn
his momma crying at the 7/11
know some n*ggas hiding, we gon send em a message
know some n*ggas sliding, yeah i f*ck with real stеppers

[verse]
we gon’ run down, put the mof*cking polе up
got a big .45 and a mof*cking [?]
n*ggas really talk [?] got me feeling like [?]
got two glocks on me cuz’ a n*gga really [?]
do you really your chain, lil n*gga would you die for it
cuz’ my ar*15 will put you on fire, fire for it
[?] quickdraw be around boy
cross a n*gga out, play his ass like a gameboy
my down south n*ggas love totin’ that k mon
my up north n*ggas be totin’ [?]
real street n*ggas, b*tch we still hit l!cks
i’ll set a n*gga up, just me and a bad b*tch
real trap n*gga b*tch, we having traffic
n*gga bome to my side b*tch, we get brackin’
new shooters and they hit sh*t like [?]
north, southside and they know i’m the chairman
still posted on the block and we smoking on dead man
sh*t got me geeked, feeling like [?]
and my brother down the road with a [?]
big ass knife got em’ feeling like jason
got your hoe in the spot, my d*ck she tasting
everybody wanna be real until they gotta face it
b*tch
[chorus]
man down now he screaming out redrum
run down then your ass is a dead mon
hear the gun sound when we shoot at your head mon
we ain’t play around, might just chop of your head mon
run a n*gga up, put dead opps in the air
three grams dead opps in the air
ar with the scope, n*gga h*ll yeah
tre pound with a limp n*gga h*ll yeah
100 round on the stick, n*gga h*ll yeah
got a fifty round on a gl!ck, n*gga h*ll yeah
you n*ggas soft, i was [?] by the [?] man
don’t play around we gon’ go in your sh*t man
quickdraw a b*tch ass with a fn
his momma crying at the 7/11
know some n*ggas hiding, we gon send em a message
know some n*ggas sliding, yeah i f*ck with real steppers

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