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lirik lagu lil spxy - bullets in yo head

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bullets in your head, crossin’ that line and i swear that you dead
they screamin, come holler, you know i got dollars, we puttin’ that b~tch, back to sleep in a bed
got a beam and spread, dead opps bled, that b~tch don’t know like the f~ck is you sped
my lyrics are spitting, my b~tch, she be grinnin, and i know you not talking, i’ll empty this lid

bro’s bullets don’t effect like a bebe
b~tch, i’m on the news, you can see me on tv
f~ckin’ that b~tch, like a playbook cd
i be runnin’ plays in a playbook cd (lamb)

i got a glock and i’m tuckin
kickin’ that b~tch, y’all keep pressing my b~ttons
i see the opps and that b~tch get to buggin
i got the bros and you know that we thuggin

turner eight, knock your dreads off, get your head off
b~tch, what is g~shock, make him beatbox
with a heat glock, he rock
mask off, i’m a dog, i ain’t tryna get my leash off

walk in to the party, b~tch, i’m on my gucci
lil’ shawty said, go, b~tch, i got loose quick
these opps tryna win, but i swear they gon’ lose b~tch
word on me, if i up up the glock, then you clueless

bullets in your head, crossin’ that line and i swear that you dead
they screamin, come holler, you know i got dollars, we puttin’ that b~tch, back to sleep in a bed
got a beam and spread, dead opps bled, that b~tch don’t know like the f~ck is you sped
my lyrics are spitting, my b~tch, she be grinnin, and i know you not talking, i’ll empty this lid
put them bullets in your head, glock 19 with a drum round
four mac~11’s with the bass down, we shootin’ up the town
ice on my wrist, cause i’m skatin, ice on my wrist, cause i’m skatin
f~ck what you thinkin, i’m already lit, but you know we be bag chasin, uh

ice on my wrist, ice on my watch, ice on my necklace, ice on my thot
i even iced out my millions, huh why, cause i be chasin’ that guap
that got me shocked, run up on you then we pop, bang bang
leave yo ass on the floor, put them bullets in yo head, best believe that boy dead

bullets in your head, crossin’ that line and i swear that you dead
they screamin, come holler, you know i got dollars, we puttin’ that b~tch, back to sleep in a bed
got a beam and spread, dead opps bled, that b~tch don’t know like the f~ck is you sped
my lyrics are spitting, my b~tch, she be grinnin, and i know you not talking, i’ll empty this lid


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