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violence - lil stars (chicago) lyrics

(intro)
baby don’t try it, uh
my gun got a silence, uh
you n*ggas be wildin’, uh
hit him with that silence
n*gga i’m bringing the violence, oh

(chorus)
baby don’t try it, uh
my gun got a silence, uh
you n*ggas be wildin’, uh
hit him with that silence
n*gga i’m bringing the violence
my gun got a kickback, hit that
hit a n*gga in his face like getback
got another n*gga runnin’ like a track meet
any n*gga that got beef wit us, smoked beef
he run up on me, hit him with that silence
n*gga i’m bringing the violence, oh

(verse 1)
hit him in his chest like king kong
that n*gga did us wrong (on god)
he came up like, “what’s the problem?”
“there’s a problem?” (what?)
“how you gonna solve ‘em?” (yeah)
piece out, everyone ran out (p*ssy)
so i took him out, he gone, out and about
i was f*cking your b*tch
she was sucking on my d*ck
taking percs up the nose, hit a nosebleed
everybody up and asking how i’m feeling
you don’t want to know what i’m feeling
everyday i bleed, i wake up, see black
demons on top of me, i can’t breathe
(chorus)
baby don’t try it, uh
my gun got a silence, uh
you n*ggas be wildin’, uh
hit him with that silence
n*gga i’m bringing the violence
my gun got a kickback, hit that
hit a n*gga in his face like getback
got another n*gga runnin’ like a track meet
any n*gga that got beef wit us, smoked beef
he run up on me, hit him with that silence
n*gga i’m bringing the violence, oh

(verse 2)
got dior on, no pop smoke (r.i.p)
your b*tch on my d*ck she choke (ugh)
sippin on some lean, i just popped a bean
she say, “i’m mean”, if that’s the case, leave
ain’t chasing a hoe for nothing (on god)
hate fake ass n*ggas flexing (on god)
i swear i go hard, b*tch n*gga play yo part
my .40 could tear you apart (brr)
turn your brain to baby food
yeah, yeah, baby food (ugh)
yeah, yeah, baby, i get blues (cash)
don’t trust n0body around you (on god)
you best stay true to you (on god)
(chorus)
baby don’t try it, uh
my gun got a silence, uh
you n*ggas be wildin’, uh
hit him with that silence
n*gga i’m bringing the violence
my gun got a kickback, hit that
hit a n*gga in his face like getback
got another n*gga runnin’ like a track meet
any n*gga that got beef wit us, smoked beef
he run up on me, hit him with that silence
n*gga i’m bringing the violence, oh

- lil stars chicago lyrics

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