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lirik lagu lil durk - 52 bars part 2

[verse 1]
body bag, body bag
foe’nem, they don chopped his -ss
no parole, but the pole i got, they done dropped his -ss
no toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
coppas on my -ss and sh-t, ain’t do it , innocent
n-ggas know my resume, 30 poppa bay bay kid
you don’t know who bay bay is? 46, woodlawn
otf the family, even my barber tapin’ sh-t
uzi spit, got a deal
coolin with my movie b-tch
movie clip, for a opp n-gga or a goofy b-tch
get head from my groupie b-tch
you wifin hoes, you losin’ it
thinkin’ you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
police at my baby shower
sup ‘lo, before your -ss was born i saved a 100 thou
daddy on his savage sh-t, you know that boy be wildin out
you know i bring savage out
lurkin like, why they hidin out
drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
bro and them gotta be bonding out
me and my b-tch we bonding now
no c-ss, but that mac i got that b-tch work condom style
i spit crack like bobby brown
they know i’m a problem child
wifin, we don’t do that sh-t, that sh-t be trifling
cause the same b-tch that eat the cl-t, like she dyking
lovin hoes, but the same b-tch we put the pipe in
she sucking d-ck, the same b-tch you give goodnight kiss
sucka, yo -ss a sucka, superman
if i can’t make you dance i bet that uzi can
backflip, if you front your move when that mac spit
all i know is drill, drill, drill on my pac sh-t

[interlude]
5 (yea!), 4 (yea!), 3 (yea!), 2..
i’m back in!

[verse 2]
my shootas gonna shoot some sh-t
ruthless sh-t cause we do this sh-t
black girls on some spooky sh-t
droppin sh-t, we go through some sh-t
red light, red tape, caught a couple ls on some goofy sh-t
goofy n-ggas claiming sh-t, n-ggas ain’t even do this sh-t
otf 300, 3hunna, no that be gbe
body count with the opps we on the top cause we stay in the lead
don’t lack, it crack, no chris paul my clippers give him 3
you betta at tennessee, i ain’t talking tennessee
m-ssacre, robbin sh-t
masked up like i’m dracula, mobbin sh-t, no gucci mane, n-ggas know that we cashin’ up
twister with the bl!cky it’s black and it spins fast as f-ck
n-ggas rapped a life time, who’d eva thought i’d p-ss em’ up
i’m from west hyde and we g-ngb-ng
where shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways
crangin n-ggas, police -ss n-ggas call em ranger n-ggas
free my n-gga richie rich, he be so quick to change a n-gga

[outro]
squad, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
feelin’ good
f-ck ’em

- lirik lagu lil durk

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