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lirik lagu nochill (ny) - to the moon

[verse 1: nochill]
bdot got [?], but that bum n~gga jackin’ yo sh~t, gotta die
[?], get the f~ck off my d~ck, you was just askin’ me for a feature on livе
b~tch then we slide, i keep a .9
monеywell [?], he gon’ die
i push it back and i say worda—
i push it back and i say worda— (grahh, grahh, boom)

[chorus: nochill]
i could say that i’m smokin’ ya deads
when i walk, b~tch, it’s one in the head
i got the knocks and it’s lit up with lead
[?]
big ass knock, put a whole in his head
he got shot til’ he see the lead
grahh, grahh, grahh, grah
put a price on his head like the app store
so what, i’m smoking your dead, what you mad for?
for the fun, we gon’ blitz through the back door
i like to smack on her b~tt, ‘cause ass fo’
there’s a whole lotta opps on my d~ck
can’t go out like ‘rip, so i gotta move tact mode
there’s a whole lotta opps on my d~ck
can’t go out like ‘rip, so i gotta move—
[verse 2: nochill]
in the field, we don’t speak what we do
real sh~t, keep it heat in the stu’
[?], like the beat in the booth
[?]
like we bend blocks on repeat, bumpin’ e.d, smokin’ 33
.45 bet it’ll knock of his beanie
i got a bad b~tch named riri
[?]
put him on tv, we catch an opp, it’s a pv
[?] better run when he see me
glock with a green beam
make your b~tch kick [?]
grah, grrah, grah
like what? like what? (like what?)

[verse 3: say drilly]
he think i’m bluffin’, n~gga, this sh~t work
on the drill, i don’t need a perc
[?]
he tried to act, leave him on his turf
they gon’ [?] when his face on a shirt
la on go, creepin’, tryna lurk
i got a b~tch, she screamin’ that it hurt
after i’m done, put her in the dirt
b~tch i’m a ‘oota, n~ggas know what’s up
i’ma slide, leave ‘em with a brush
mine got sticks, n~gga, 30 plus
[?] gon’ slide, hit ‘em, leave ‘em clutched
n~ggas smoke who? i don’t know about such
[?] catch an og, put ‘em in the dust
juju, my demon, beat ‘em with a crutch
hang out the window, n~gga still in touch
n~ggas be totin’ and packin’ in songs
but n~ggas seen us and they never perform
yeah, i’m with jaydot, we can get it on
so don’t try to chat, when you see us, you gone
n~ggas be lackin’, get a [?]
send a shot, not a warning
nah, i’ll get you k!lled on the court by the mornin’
he tried to run, louie already— (gang, gang, gang)
murda my brother, n~gga, this sh~t blood
[?] knew a n~gga from the mud
we totin’ straps, walkin’ like a stud
we catch an opp, hit ‘em with his bud
.40 throw shots, leave him where he was
now he dead, [?]
back door open, caught him with a hug
[?] gon’ stomp ‘em, straight up like a bug
nas ebk, that’s on bro, you a fan
and c blu never upped it and blammed
blockwork a rat and he switched on his mans
sha ek seen a drilly and ran
[?], i’ma see her like d~mn (where she at?)
she just lucky it jammed
[?], ‘cause when i see you, i’ma up it and blam
murda gon’ hop out and hit ‘em, like “d~mn!”
why you ran on your mans?
[?]
now we get low, smokin’ opps in the— (like what?)
grahh, grrahh, grrah, grah~grah, boom
rippy, rippy, rippy, rippy
[verse 4: bando]
catch an o, we gon’ rock him to bed
smokin’ yellow, got hit in his head like
rb got hit up, lucky he ain’t dead
and we still smokin’ noah, beat him to his death (noah)
can’t lack, gotta stay with the heater
gunna with me, know brodi gon’ speed like
back on the dumpin’, hollows make him heat up
like, rippy got clapped, burn him and jb up

- lirik lagu nochill ny

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