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designer shooter - r3 da chilliman lyrics

[verse 1: drakeo the ruler]
what we on?
catch him lacking, he was walking to the store
hit the ground, give me everything i’m oahed
you seen a don, thought you seen a holy ghost
[?] we just poured another four
tinc team, i be running with the loaf
leave a n*gga face down, with the breadcrumbs
beat his face in, all you saw was red rum
[?] playing dumb
i set the play up, it’s crazy, what do you want?
it’s 2021, i ain’t doing no more songs
bodies drop, dawg, i ain’t woofing on the phone
i’m a n*gga up in cali, you an 1 and 0
if it’s on the floor, then it’s on the floor
put a n*gga on a [?] he was on the menue
tape a number to your head, they gon’ come and gеt you

[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
you don’t get smoked beefing with us, he not thinking clеver
designer shooter doing skits in burberry sweaters
i don’t gotta act slow, brodie, i know he got the mack
everytime a n*gga die, they say we have parts in that
i snuck the glock in the club, they would’ve never guessed it
he said n0body sn*tched his jewelry, so i’m gonna test it
got bands busting out the side this monclair coat
if your scared to go in a high speed, let me drive the boat
[verse 2: r3 da chilliman]
don’t agrovate my lil brodie, he keeps a lethal weapon
i’ve been bussing since chillie, i know every president
he on the internet, popping it like he hot
congradulations, you just got money on your top
if you leave your b*tch around me, you must really trust her
i just put a switch on the glock, now the clip doesn’t buffer
big body foreigns, [?] when we driving
i snuck the blower in the club, don’t be surprised
she know i’m a n*gga, i ain’t never have to remind her
bounce out with a hoodie, [?] be designer
he don’t really want smoke, he better use his head
this micro drac the same size as a baby leg

[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
you don’t get smoked beefing with us, he not thinking clever
designer shooter doing skits in burberry sweaters
i don’t gotta act slow, brodie, i know he got the mack
everytime a n*gga die, they say we have parts in that
i snuck the glock in the club, they would’ve never guessed it
he said n0body sn*tched his jewelry, so i’m gonna test it
got bands busting out the side this monclair coat
if your scared to go in a high speed, let me drive the boat

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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