Die Slow Lyrics – 47Shawnn
Singer: 47Shawnn
Title: Die Slow
Yuh, b#tch, huh, huh
Fortyyyyyy
I’m popping out, i’m with my f#cking gang
n#gg# you a b#tch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his f#cking head, fill him up with lead
f#ck this rapping sh#t, it’s n#gg#s out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a n#gg#, in his crimson chin
Where the f#ck you been?
Or where you at?
I’m posted where he lack
I’m trynna make a stack
I’ll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached
Man i ain’t chasing b#tches, only thing i’m chasing is the bread
And if her p#ss# easy, i don’t even ask her for the head
Cause what these b#tches on, they only trusting sh#t that you ain’t said
I’m getting topped off from ya b#tch, that’s why shе leaving you on read
Now what i said?
I ain’t trusting hoes, i ain’t trusting n#gg#s
Squeezing triggеrs
n#gg#s flaw as f#ck
They ain’t really killers
I pull up, with a f#cking strap
Gun that n#gg# down
Keep suppressors on my guns
So i can move without a sound
I ain’t smoking, on my
Opp’s life
Cause he mid as f#ck
Scale him up, and then i serve cheap
Because he mid as f#ck!
They don’t buy his ass, because they know his gas is mid as f#ck!
I call him cbd because this n#gg# really mid as f#ck!
Nah i’m dead as f#ck, this n#gg# trynna fight
But his b#tch trynna f#ck
f#ck em up, he taking down on gang, i gotta shut him up
Pistol play, i play with p#ss# b#tch, that ak gotta spray
Pull up and shoot the place he lay
This n#gg# never safe
I’m popping out, i’m with my f#cking gang
n#gg# you a b#tch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his f#cking head, fill him up with lead
f#ck this rapping sh#t, it’s n#gg#s out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a n#gg#, in his crimson chin
Where the f#ck you been?
Or where you at?
I’m posted where he lack
I’m trynna make a stack
I’ll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached
I’m popping out, i’m with my f#cking gang
n#gg# you a b#tch
We shot up, what he riding in, imma leave him lit
Bullet holes, in his f#cking head, fill him up with lead
f#ck this rapping sh#t, it’s n#gg#s out here trynna see me dead
Im trynna win, kill him with a grin
Oh that was a sin
Knock a n#gg#, in his crimson chin
Where the f#ck you been?
Or where you at?
I’m posted where he lack
I’m trynna make a stack
I’ll flip it back
Cannot fall in love, i cannot get attached
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