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left 4 dead - cts scrilla lyrics

i showed love to some n*ggas they left me for dead
i’m hydra b*tch you can’t chop off my head
i’m never number two but i’ll still give you led
n*ggas hate me cause i run the digits up the best
which pocket is the glock b*tch you gotta guess
teacher tryna tell me how to clean up a mess
b*tch i studied all week and i failed the test
i ship my sh*t through ups and i mailed the rest
i walked in the store and i stole a f*cking bev
twelve talking to me but your boy f*cking deaf
b*tch i’m on my own everybody f*cking left

ruger on my left smitty on my f*cking right
you want to talk about some money b*tch i’m here all night
you want to talk about life n*gga i’m all right
your like a dog all bark no bite
i put attachments on the glizzy this sh*t got a light
pistol packin never lackin imma be all right
if im goin out b*tch i’m goin with a fight
b*tch i bought a pistol this sh*t got a f*cking sight
i’m too smart for these n*ggas call me f*cking light
everywhere i go im fresh im flyer than a kite
you think im taking sh*t from you you f*cking on a dike
b*tch i got the ball i’ll take it all the f*cking way
i’m hating on a broke n*gga feel like lil tay
i got a couple pistols and a mini ak
b*tch no i’m not a hero i won’t save the day
imma playmaker b*tch yeah i saved the play
i look at yall n*ggas i think y’all f*cking (whew)
i’m saying sh*t that these n*ggas won’t f*cking say
if you owe me n*gga then you better f*cking pay
coach put me in the game b*tch i’m tryna play
am i a or a the area is gray
b*tch you see me f*cking walking move out the way
b*tch i bought two scales tryna make it weigh
b*tch i walked the room everybody look
b*tch i’m throwing lefts and i’m throwing f*cking hooks
master ragebaiter call me dillon f*cking brooks
i look at all yall n*ggas all i see is f*cking rooks
i see your pistol just know that sh*t is f*cking took
i look in the mirror i see a n*gga who can cook
free all my n*ggas yeah they got the f*cking book
don’t ask me how i’m doing b*tch i’m f*cking good
i took a look at twin and we both understood
we gotta make it out this sh*t can’t be in the hood
i’m swinging on everybody like im tiger woods
im tryna look in her eyes im looking at the goods
she sending paragraphs i left her ass on f*cking read
n*ggas talk a lot i call them n*ggas f*cking ted
i showed love to some n*ggas they left me for dead
i’m hydra b*tch you can’t chop off my head
i’m never number two but i’ll still give you led
n*ggas hate me cause i run the digits up the best
which pocket is the glock b*tch you gotta guess
teacher tryna tell me how to clean up a mess
b*tch i studied all week and i failed the test
i ship my sh*t through ups and i mailed the rest
i walked in the store and i stole a f*cking bev
twelve talking to me but your boy f*cking deaf
b*tch i’m on my own everybody f*cking left
b*tch i’m on my own everybody f*cking left

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