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lirik lagu lil slimeball goonie - dead opps anthem

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[chorus]
b~tch, i’m lit, free blizz
caught him in traffic, he ran like a b~tch, so i upped and i emptied the clip (boom boom boom!)
tried to crawl, now his homies all sick, paramedics like “d~mn, he got hit!”
free my twin, he was trappin’ that sh~t—had the k in the whip and a stick in the crib (grrah!)
we don’t fold, we don’t flinch, we don’t trip, if i miss, spin again and get back on that rip (skrrt!)
free dre, he was dumpin’ off xans in the field, made racks, still feedin’ the kids
told bro never show where you stashin’ the bands, now the feds try and look where we live
got a mac with a switch
shorty eat d~ck on the dash while i grip, i ain’t cuffin’, lil’ hoe just a flip
i’m 12 but i rap like a vet, got a glock in the desk, and a tec in the dip (brrt brrt!)

[verse]
ayy, b~tch what’s crackin’?
i caught him lackin’, his dumbass was flaggin’
i ain’t gon’ fight with no fists, i’m a savage—pulled up and left all them sh~lls in his jacket (boom!)
she wanna cuddle, i told her “stop yappin’,” just give me throat while i’m countin’ these racks in
don’t hit the stool if you cappin’, my verses like bodies, i’m stackin’ and stackin’
lil’ opp tried to spin and got clapped (facts), now his face on a hoodie, it’s wrapped
tried to run but that fn be fast, hit his leg then his neck, now he stuck in the past (boom boom boom!)
lil’ b~tch, i’m a demon for real, i was raisin’ the field, i don’t cap in my raps
we pull up in black, 4 deep in the back, with a drum and a mask, and a pump in my lap (grrah grrah!)
these rappers be sweet like a m~ffin
say he a k!ller, he wasn’t on nothin’
i know where his baby mom stay, i might pull up and fack her for nothin’ (goofy!)
my youngin’ just beat him a case, he was shootin’ on cam but the judge couldn’t place
now he back with a glock in his waist, said he slid on his opp and got blood on his lace (b~tch!)
don’t diss slimeball, i’m loco—hop out the van, start dumpin’ like promo
catch his big homie and shoot at his photo, your gang ain’t on nothin’, they movin’ in slo~mo (p~ssy!)
she wanna ride ’cause she heard i’m a savage, suckin’ me up while i’m clutchin’ the ratchet
say she love me, i told her, “that’s tragic”—only love guns, perc 30s, and havoc (facts!)
[chorus]
b~tch, i’m lit, free blizz
caught him in traffic, he ran like a b~tch, so i upped and i emptied the clip (boom boom boom!)
tried to crawl, now his homies all sick, paramedics like “d~mn, he got hit!”
free my twin, he was trappin’ that sh~t—had the k in the whip and a stick in the crib (grrah!)
we don’t fold, we don’t flinch, we don’t trip, if i miss, spin again and get back on that rip (skrrt!)
free dre, he was dumpin’ off xans in the field, made racks, still feedin’ the kids
told bro never show where you stashin’ the bands, now the feds try and look where we live
got a mac with a switch
shorty eat d~ck on the dash while i grip, i ain’t cuffin’, lil’ hoe just a flip
i’m 12 but i rap like a vet, got a glock in the desk, and a tec in the dip (on gang!)


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