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lirik lagu rsb poopie - everybody killa

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[intro]
n~gga i’m a man, n~gga, with the gun or without the gun
n~gga, dead homes, i’ll stand ten, n~gga (aye, ah ahrrr)
on my momma, n~gga, from the streets to the county, n~gga
dead homies, aye, aye, aye (richgoskitz get it jumpin’ like he play drums)

[chorus]
they k!lled j. j by the crib, but they clapped blacc at that store (at that store)
i ain’t gotta do it, but i’mma name a couple more (name a couple more)
they did d~money like a hoe while he was chillin’ on the blade (on the blade)
that n~gga died from cancer, so i can’t roll up lil j
lil baby rubbin’ on my pants, while i roll thе other j
they k!lled cholo at thе store, same place they caught fa
these n~ggas think it’s sweet ’cause i’m on ankle
can’t come around the gz scared to spin, ’cause we gon’ make you, aye

[verse]
k~sauce in my wood, it got me scared to pop a 30
ain’t come to post no clip, our only true intention was to murk him
hit the highway lil baby, this is my way
i pray i don’t go like blacc, with a shot that enter my brain (ahh ahrrr)
meme told, he run the 5, now that’s some clown sh~t
i popped his homie, it got me in some outta town sh~t
aye , look, but we ride with outta town bl!cks
f~ck 1090, how ya’ll cool with an outta town snitch?
f~ck panella, f~ck the tribe, f~ck the 2
bounced out on him, left him dead, he was just tryna go to school, aye
keep it off the ‘net, this gangster sh~t discreet
if you try to line me, i might do a n~gga like he reek, aye
aye, or do a n~gga like he j. j
i pray to god the bros don’t ever do me like i’m aj
i call lil brazy, brazy, he keep an hk
i’m smokin’ on that b~tch that died in tracy, ’cause i’m 8k
aye, aye, shoutout bro
i ain’t yellin’ free no n~gga if he ain’t known for poppin’ doors, aye
i don’t even know bkandz, but i can’t wait until we meet
in the county, i whooped on every little p~ssy from mb
i’m 8k, i’m 5k, n~gga, and it’s f~ck a 3
f~ckin’ my opp b~tch, i got my chop, every time we link (every time)
lil bro keep it real, you know what typa time i’m on
these the same n~ggas used to press in juvie hall
i’mma shoot, no hesitatin’ when lil p~~pie got the ball
let’s go pop a sac’ n~gga, since ya’ll wanna get involved, aye
when lil p~~pie got the ball
let’s go pop a sac’ n~gga, since ya’ll wanna get in~
[chorus]
they k!lled j. j by the crib, but they clapped blacc at that store (market)
i ain’t gotta do it, but i’mma name a couple more (name a couple more)
they did d~money like a hoe while he was chillin’ on the blade (chillin’)
that n~gga died from cancer, so i can’t roll up lil j
lil baby rubbin’ on my pants, while i roll the other j
they k!lled cholo at the store, same place they caught fa
these n~ggas think it’s sweet ’cause i’m on ankle
can’t come around the gz scared to spin, ’cause we gon’ make you, on the dead homies

[outro]
aye, n~gga
free the j, n~gga, f~ck the opps, n~gga
f~ck 8k, 5k, n~gga, 3k, n~gga, dead homies, n~gga
f~ck the suckas, n~gga
free the g, n~gga
ah~ahhrrr, ahrrr


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