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lirik lagu dead trollz – rich nunu

i see n*ggas got jokes
everyone trollin’ and sh*t
so we catch one, do him like ricky
i told brodie that’s karma, cause we already know that allah ain’t forgivin’ us, we got too many
gotta stop wit’ the pills for real
had a convo wit’ wit’ boomer, he told me “catch one send him wit’ me”
don’t play wit’ them kids, they’ll leave you for real
they must’ve forgot how we doin’ them billy’s
we took shh* from them and they hurt
and they tried to get back and take bro on his birthday
heard he jackin’ lp, but he be in the veer
and if n0body there, thеn we out to the kirk then
if i don’t got thе v, i’ma shoot off the wortman
n*ggas so tough, ’til they see us in person
when they see us they be scared, n*ggas nervous
and we don’t say much, but don’t think we ain’t lurkin’
and you don’t know the pain from losin’ a friend
brodie got hit, so we seekin’ revenge
we hopped in the v, tryna catch us a basket
we don’t see n0body, we spinnin’ again
we gon’ hop out the v, get on feet and then cl!ck
we get up close and he fell and he tripped
i was right there, twinnem did him bad he for real
he was yellin’ out “brodie i’m hit!”
they play wit’ the f’s, then we let ’em have it, like
you ain’t touch one of mine, n*ggas cappin’, like
every n*gga you see me wit’, they got a basket, like
oh you must ain’t hear about the last one, like
they play wit’ the f’s, then we let ’em have it, like
you ain’t touch one of mine, n*ggas cappin’, like
every n*gga you see me wit’, they got a basket, like
oh you must ain’t hear about the last one, like
this one hit home, free baby bizzy
i wish you could see this, brodie do the most
like give us the lo’, we gon’ do him like shh*
i know that they mad he ain’t make it home
i told brodie “i promise anyone that we see that be up on ’em sides, get hit in they dome”
like bro see the cops in front of the h, he like “no”
if they don’t see marz, greenlight let’s go
they keep gettin’ me out of character
i gotta chill, i keep hoppin’ out of them v’s
i am not beefin’ wit’ kids that just came outside, didn’t do sh*t in the streets
like trizz tried runnin’, now look at ray makk
he dead [?], what happened to sleeze?
heard he caught two to his head, that’s f*cked up
allat talkin’, shoulda had his gleesh
they gotta free banga, ’cause brodie was steppin’ on sh*t
runnin’, duckin’ from the d’s
it shoulda never been ray makk, oh my god, it shoulda just been humble gz
do you remember that day? it was me and t roy
n*ggas was jumpin’ them gates

- rich nunu

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