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lirik lagu ciexll - left for dead 3

[verse 1: jay]
(heh, check it)
two twin glocks, and they two tone
n~gga talk sh~t, get hit wit’ the chrome
tired of these hoes, won’t leave me alone
get mad every time i don’t check my phone
fine sh~t say she love me, and she love the way my za this strong
you can’t be around if you not on the timing that i’m on
(heh)
when me and the guys go up, we finna be in the studio
i got tired of my ex~b~tch whinin’, bye b~tch, you too moody hoe
cut sh~t out like a movie hoe
lil’ b~tch, i’m not yo average joe
imma go up onna stage and change the waves, b~tch i’m the next lil’ o
rp10, it’s beatin’ my ass
no yerks, make a n~gga wanna crash
on 290, i’m goin’ too fast
by any means, i get to the bag
gotta stay chasin’ the money, can’t just sit there reminiscing ’bout the past
n~gga play tuff, ima feel bad, 5.56 gon’ go through his back
i’m so slimey, stay wit’ a gun on my hip, so you know that n~gga can’t lack
i’m inna trench, feel like i’m stuck, it’s a need for me to stay chasin’ the sack
7.62 make a n~gga run track, n~gga can’t run from a .300 black
n~gga gotta stay inna paint, that’s easy buckets, dunk on a n~gga like shaq
fine sh~t said every time i talk, she feel just like the ocean
i can’t risk havin’ a son, can’t f~ck without a trojan
quick to slime a n~gga out, i’m leavin’ that backdoor wide open
quick to go and get it hot, i think that all my cars is stolen
[verse 2: sip]
i think that all my cars is stolen, f~ck that b~tch, i left her broken
in yo’ b~tch, i’m steady stroking, pop a perc’, i’m overloading
.300 black, his head exploding, don’t diss mine, don’t think i’m joking
first b i caught, i still be smoking, looking at me, her panties soaking
too much drugs, i’m overdosing, think my body decomposing
i’m one of them ones, i think i’m chosen, watch yo’ back, that back door open
michael phelps, i’m in her ocean, me and the gang got h~lla motion
can’t give no love, got no emotions, i’m in love with purple potion
ight look, try me and the gang, you just might end up on t.v
can’t f~ck that hoe, cause she too creepy
bad lil’ light skin b~tch i think her name was cc, like chanel
f~ck boy try me, i send him to h~ll
my plug he a beaner, call ’em miguel
i been way too above, tryna excel
i been going through sh~t, you could never feel
my pops locked up, this sh~t getting real
been doing these drugs, just hoping i heal
f~ck n~gga try me, get hit with this steel
been hiding my pain, i had to conceal
been losing my mind, this sh~t get surreal
gotta hide who i am, to fit the appeal
me and the gang tryna ball like shaquille
highway to h~ll, i’m taking the wheel
losing myself, i’m turning heel
losing myself, i’m way too lost
gotta do what i do, i don’t care about the cost
walk inna store, i don’t care ’bout the cost
i gotta stay focus, don’t forget this sh~t my pops had taught
(b~tch)
[verse 3: ciexll]
(d~mn, d~mn, d~mn)
long live d, keep the sh~t that he taught
that n~gga a snitch, we spin on default
last n~gga that ratted, my shooter just caught
he work for the feds, he bringin’ a halt
two faced ass n~gga, would’ve thought it was walt
got 7.62, keep that sh~t inna vault
i feel like i’m turner the way i revolt
like d~mn, why n~ggas tryna go snitch onna gang, we catch you outside, and the glock get to fryin’
same ass n~gga that tried to go switch onna gang, he hit ’em, that f~ck n~gga cryin’
i stay wit’ the bread, just like i’m a duck, my pockets obese, needa fetch ’em a diet
mama said she was too proud of the boy, she told me some sh~t and i really apply it
switch ’em down, i got that choppa on my back like erron black
sip and jay be innat cut, we settin’ plays, they pushin’ packs
they pushin’ packs, and i’m gettin’ my kush up
i slide wit’ a drac’, make that motherf~cker push up
i feel like i’m charlie, we sniffin’ that good stuff
too dumb wit’ the stick, make the fye go and cook stuff
switchin’ this sh~t, we switch up the flow
my reticle beam sendin’ shots to yo door
k!lled too many mans, i got me a choppa gunner, like a flute make that motherf~cker blow
van gogh wit’ the stick, paint his ass onna floor
i’m sippin’ on goop, we sippin’ on 4s
got 720s, dog that sh~t like a pro
them n~ggas on tour so we shot up the show
we did ’em like elsa, we lettin’ it go
no russian roulette, spin the wheel on these hoes
that p~ss n~gga runnin’, we taggin’ his toe
bad sh~t, tryna f~ck, but she don’t even know
2 sticks like i’m drummin’, we shot at his folks
we choppin’ up za, tryna run up the dough
that n~gga a clown, we makin’ ’em float, and we sendin’ him high like a motherf~ckin’ pope

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