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left 4 dead - fts shawn lyrics

[intro]
(fts fts fts n*gga fraud to survive got to do what you got to do to provide n*gga it’s mr.fraudstar gon’ take the risk don’t give a f*ck what the odds are)

[chorus]
left for dead everybody
wanna see me f*ckin lose pockets gettin’ beat can’t fit these blues stickin’ out like a bruise move “s “from shoes get hoes that’s why you treat they ass like shoes n*ggas gon peep but not show love sh*t at least i’m gettin’ my views

[verse]
these n*ggas cl!ckin’ up its like these n*ggas scissoring (like what the f*ck) slime or get slimmеd that’s why i’m a snake in this field slithering i givе bars on the beat and in the streets that’s what i’m delivering call the b*tch derrick cause i could give her a rose but not a ring (ring n*gga) don’t even gotta be march for a n*gga to feel this madness (it don’t) exed’ out three n*ggas from they camp now they feelin the sadness said her ass a mattress but i’m lookin down at f*ckin’ flatness (at f*cking flatness) way i’m makin money off keys n*gga woulda thought i was a pianist (you woulda thought) sellin’ ecstasies at parties where the e valuate no cap and gound had gas and pounds trappin’ where i graduated (that’s where i graduated) get better every drill n*gga cause i re*examine tapes (i re*watch my sh*t) b*tton on the back of the gl!ck cause n*gga i like classic shapes

[chorus]
left for dead everybody
wanna see me f*ckin lose pockets gettin’ beat can’t fit these blues stickin’ out like a bruise move “s “from shoes get hoes that’s why you treat they ass like shoes n*ggas gon peep but not show love sh*t at least i’m gettin’ my views

[verse 2]
shoot a n*gga in his forehead n*gga now his third eye open (now his third eye open) money root to all evil can’t believe she burnt by motion gave this b*tch the drank n*gga now she turnt by f*ckin potion (she turnt off the wock) f*ck this b*tch that p*ssy wet as f*ck know i’m gon’ surf that ocean smarter not harder for them pennies i’m workin’ the harder way (i’m workin’ the harder way) b*tch mad i got a roster told her ass at least you the starter bae you either slider or provide in this war n*gga you got a part to play (everybody got a part to play) sunny broski spark the flame n*gga now it’s a darker day three sh*t i worry about my funds crackin’ buns and havin’ guns (real sh*t tho) told my mama i’m so sorry for being such a ruthless son fts shawn gon’ be the face of this sh*t the run has just begun (this sh*t just begun) the legacy i’m gon leave behind n*gga done by f*ckin none (on god)

[chorus]
left for dead everybody
wanna see me f*ckin lose pockets gettin’ beat can’t fit these blues stickin’ out like a bruise move “s “from shoes get hoes that’s why you treat they ass like shoes n*ggas gon peep but not show love sh*t at least i’m gettin’ my views

- fts shawn lyrics

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