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lirik lagu fwc acee - 72 hours

hit they crib with bl!cks
ain’t have no mask or nun
pistol whip em take it all
ain’t have to ask for nun

was on the yard, called home
they said they tagged him up
light new opp pack in the air
is this sh~t gas or what?

right now im smoking opps
dont even pass the runtz
feeling like im kobe im gone shoot it
i ain’t passing nun

drop the price and we gone take it
you ain’t taxin nun
you see them k!llers by my side
and they ain’t strapped for nun

when its ten on yo head
i bet you move different
you know he popped yo mans
why you cool with em

i guess its just the principle
wе schoolin n~ggas
air the whole whip and left him lеakin
he got coolant in him
stomp his head in these balencie’s
i be foolin n~gga
n~ggas slide down his block
i be the goons a get him

you ain’t really getting money
you just be foolin b~tches
out here f~ckin bust~ons
i heard yo p~b~s was itchin

b~tch said she gone
like i care
send a sh~t this way
sh~t, i wish a n~gga dare

its up then its stuck
we won’t take it out the air
all my n~ggas still alive
sh~t we good over here

72 hours b~tch
only hold a n~gga for 72 hours b~tch
back on the streets, back on that murder sh~t
and ill face me a n~gga

tell a b~tch
meet me in the a
sak’s and neiman’s
b~tch they know us by the face
we the n~ggas with that pape
them other n~ggas lames
yall was down there stealing
b~tch we blew a hundred k

i slap it on the gang now
they say i changed now
my ex b~tch sick
i heard she f~ckin with a lame now

been dropped the buffs
told hutch i want the chain now
got fl!cked with 30k
b~tch we d~mn near shut the lane down

miss the last load
when the next one coming
gave him 8~2
banged his head, seen him bummin

we can flood the city with this crack
like we plumbin
outta town line still banging
like we drummond

baby im the man now
dont pull yo pants down
i just want the head first
lemme pull my cam out
for the d~ck
we charge and a leg now
20 on his head
what they charging for a head shot

on parole
still posted in the trap
ain’t been home a year
them b~tches trynna send me back

i can’t even leave
cuz its crackers on my ass
and its n~ggas on my head
can’t leave without the strap

im with baby jay
we off them yerkies going opp hunting
we den got the money now we turnt
we trynna drop sum

b~tch pop sum
or keep yo ass quiet
caught with them sticks
what we do, stay silent

72 hours b~tch
only hold a n~gga for 72 hours b~tch
back on the streets, back on that murder sh~t
and ill face me a n~gga

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