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lirik lagu kevin abstract - oath

[verse 1: ameer vann]
you could either die in a box or a box chevy
my glock hold a bulk of my sins, it weighs heavy
the fiends want a 40 ball and i’mma give it to em
my daddy used to sell it all, that’s where i get it from
bill collectors, jail costs and he ain’t coming home
i was moving pounds when minutes was still on cellphones
i just tell the hoes what i want, that’s why my bread long
n wanna flex and i shot em, that’s why his head gone
they hit him with them hollow points, ’cause he ain’t get the point
if n wanna k!ll you they do it and they ain’t gon’ tell you nothing
so i don’t listen to you, we can get into it
and if you got something i want, n give it to me
i smell the b~tching n
i just took a breath on this track and now it’s hitting different
sleeping with the roaches and rats, but now i’m living different
swore to god to never go back, that’s why i tweak on n
rap like it’s my last day, i’m in a bad way
i done made a habit of k!lling, i swear i can’t change

[chorus: diego (lif3files)]
pull up with two b~tches and they both eat us
i don’t pull up with two cups and a two liter
b~tch i’m ridin’ around town with a pocket heater
i don’t break the b~tches but you told me go deeper
i done robbed two goofies now they calling me the reaper
i was known for making [?] call me the street sweeper
you was taking fake percs now you got a seizure
i got highs, i got lows, you want something cheaper
[verse 2: love spells]
i say, bad b~tch from the south with freeform dreads
contain myself when she call me, she wanna hit the bed
i told her “b~tch we ain’t f~cking, but can i get some head?”
and she like “n you tripping” and left me on read
and sh~t, i’d apologize, but i don’t got regrets
at least i can sympathize, i’m f~cked by the feds
shorty why is you tripping? i’m gon’ be famous though
my head shot gon’ be lethal, bet i won’t miss hoes
30 on me and n that sh~t ain’t from [?]
a n cross me by once and that’s too many chances
call me michael, i’m k!lling n with deep voices
it’s either dead or f~ck with me and you ain’t got no choices

[chorus: diego]
b~tch i’m ridin’ around town with a pocket heater
i done broke the b~tches but you told me go deeper
i done robbed two goofies now they calling me the reaper
i was known for making [?] call me the street sweeper
you was taking fake percs now you got a seizure
i got highs, i got lows, you want something cheaper

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