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lirik lagu free smoke – cobo75

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[intro]
(bun)
brr, brr

[chorus]
switches shoot too fast, before he bleed, he hit the floor (brr)
n*ggas gettin’ no passes, if i see you, it’s a go (go)
don’t pop out with your gun, boy, you dumb, check the score (bah)
paid in blood when i was young, went numb, i ain’t know (d*mn)
hit your sh*t with gloves and masks like we doin’ inspections
treat him like i never met him, smoke him without a question
got free smoke like a weed session, i give out high*speed lessons (i’m gone)
n*ggas dyin’ with they weapon, we stomp on sh*t, f*ck all that steppin’

[verse 1]
n*ggas dyin’ from fentanyl (d*mn), wonder why it ain’t dissolve
how the f*ck that n*gga solid? he admit it, he’ll spill it all (the f*ck?)
i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no profit, same ticket, split it with my dogs (blood)
the real n*ggas with it all, fake n*ggas bound to fall (he fake)
blow that lead, ain’t tryna brawl (bah, bah)
happy or angry, ain’t no fakin’, i don’t f*ck with y’all
stack it ’til it’s ten feet tall (bands)
times changed, now i got the ball
break his ankles, make him fall (come here)
i get to flamin’, ain’t no pause (bah)
it get dangerous ’bout my dogs
[chorus]
switches shoot too fast, before he bleed, he hit the floor (brr)
n*ggas gettin’ no passes, if i see you, it’s a go (go)
don’t pop out with your gun, boy, you dumb, check the score (d*mn)
paid in blood when i was young, went numb, i ain’t know
hit your sh*t with gloves and masks like we doin’ inspections
treat him like i never met him, smoke him without a question (bah, bah)
got free smoke like a weed session, i give out high*speed lessons (we gone)
n*ggas dyin’ with they weapon, we stomp on sh*t, f*ck all that steppin’

[verse 2]
they know who send it up
okay, blow, i’m close enough (brr)
watch his brains open up
been through so much pain, it get hard for me to open up
we up and dump, our shoulders bump
he had his gun, that wasn’t enough (d*mn)
one of them ones that’ll get you touched
i hate the straights ’cause they too loud and always spillin’ drank
behind the wheel, i get wild, i don’t think they wanna race (we gone)
remember that day they tried to play? four on two, we left one faced (bah)
i’m shot sn*tchin’ on the jakes, some seen’t them heaven gates (ha)

[chorus]
switches shoot too fast, before he bleed, he hit the floor (brr)
n*ggas gettin’ no passes, if i see you, it’s a go (go)
don’t pop out with your gun, boy, you dumb, check the score
paid in blood when i was young, went numb, i ain’t know (d*mn)
hit your sh*t with gloves and masks like we doin’ inspections
treat him like i never met him, smoke him without a question (bah, bah)
got free smoke like a weed session, i give out high*speed lessons (we gone)
n*ggas dyin’ with they weapon, we stomp on sh*t, f*ck all that steppin’

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