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lirik lagu death note – sdot go x jay hound

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[intro]
she gettin’ neaky, where she from?
so you know where to run (graah graah)
like, graah graah
d*mnnn
bow bow bow
like, flock flock

[chorus]
oh she gettin’ neaky, where she from? (uh huh)
like, she trynna reach for my gun
i threw first so he know where to run
bro up knock trynna cl!ck out the drum
tryna line me, b*tch is you dumb?
she on my side, she havin’ fun
oh she roll with shooters, she one of us (graah graah)

[verse]
she put notti and dot in the blunt
bobby, naz loc, this sh*t punch
we on seventh, why would you duck?
yagi b, you was just jackin’ it’s up
like, three deep when we went on a hunt
lenox, seventh, both got touched
thats on bro we went kuu on a—
we got opps that keep sh*t on a hush (shhh)
i told nazzy to get him, he done
don’t spin in no v, that sh*t get stuck
like shoot the driver, they boutta blow up
can’t go out like, so i keep it tucked
two opps got, but won’t keep it a buck
bodies start heatin’, it’s lit
i think i caught a rush when i flipped
but bro threw the beam on a—, it ain’t cl!ck
felt back and i knew he was sick
‘dot go, b*tches doin’ that hip sh*t
where n*ggas at? that was it
i know why n*ggas hate us again (uh huh)
(like graah, graah graah)
[chorus]
oh she gettin’ neaky, where she from?
like, she trynna reach for my gun (uh huh)
i threw first so he know where to run
bro up knock trynna cl!ck out the drum (like)

[chorus]
like, where the bros at?
i’m tryna bend, like
who tryna go meet they friend?
kt, gutt, matt, sam
up knock with the both of my hands
oh, she do that hip sh*t
she tryna dance, like
how many times did i send?
six, what? oh, that’s a fan
backed out, he got low on his mans

[verse 1]
matty, park, both of them bent
we ran through 5th
we blitzed through lex
lenox, seventh, that sh*t dead, like
that’s on bro, i bend through on the pegs
oyk, f*ck all them n*ggas deads
dudeylo better ask how i get
notti died but, yeah, he tried his best
like, i’m about to pull up again
[verse 2]
oh, we got the drop? don’t lack
bet when i hop out, i’ma start to black
bro said he seen n*ggas, bend back
like, i get too hyped with that strap
don’t need to chase him, this sh*t on his back
i should’ve cl!cked up on him, i did bad
he got low, i was tryna make a pack
like, now i know where n*ggas at
oh, makk? that’s what he jack?
bet, i’m on they block where they trap
munchie ran, thought he was gon’ get packed
backed out, n*gga flew up the steps
ratty died to the steps
oh my god, ob missed his best
all them pills that he popped, he was stressed?
like, grrah*grrah

[bridge]
like, oh my god, ob missed his best
all them pills that he popped, he was stressed?
like

[chorus]
like, where the bros at?
i’m tryna bend, like
who tryna go meet they friend
kt, gutt, matt, sam
up knock with the both of my hands
oh, she do that hip sh*t
she tryna dance, like
how many times did i send?
six, what? oh, that’s a fan
[outro]
like, what the f*ck? (grrah*grrah)
suck my d*ck, n*gga (grrah*grrah)
better get out the—
skee, skee (come here, come here)
grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah
like, n*gga, free my twin, n*gga

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