Текст песни Die Slow - 47shawnn
Yuh,
Bitch,
huh,
huh
Fortyyyyyy
I'm
popping
out,
I'm
with
my
fucking
gang
Nigga
you
a
bitch
We
shot
up,
what
he
riding
in,
imma
leave
him
lit
Bullet
holes,
in
his
fucking
head,
fill
him
up
with
lead
Fuck
this
rapping
shit,
it's
niggas
out
here
trynna
see
me
dead
Im
trynna
win,
kill
him
with
a
grin
Oh
that
was
a
sin
Knock
a
nigga,
in
his
crimson
chin
Where
the
fuck
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
bitches,
only
thing
I'm
chasing
is
the
bread
And
if
her
pussy
easy,
I
don't
even
ask
her
for
the
head
Cause
what
these
bitches
on,
they
only
trusting
shit
that
you
ain't
said
I'm
getting
topped
off
from
ya
bitch,
that's
why
she
leaving
you
on
read
Now
what
I
said?
I
ain't
trusting
hoes,
I
ain't
trusting
niggas
Squeezing
triggers
Niggas
flaw
as
fuck,
They
ain't
really
killers
I
pull
up,
with
a
fucking
strap
Gun
that
nigga
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
fuck
Scale
him
up,
and
then
I
serve
cheap
Because
he
mid
as
fuck!
They
don't
buy
his
ass,
Because
they
know
his
gas
is
mid
as
fuck!
I
call
him
CBD
because
this
nigga
really
mid
as
fuck!
Nah
I'm
dead
as
fuck,
this
nigga
trynna
fight
But
his
bitch
trynna
fuck
Fuck
em
up,
he
taking
down
on
gang,
I
gotta
shut
him
up
Pistol
play,
I
play
with
pussy
bitch,
that
AK
gotta
spray
Pull
up
and
shoot
the
place
he
lay
This
nigga
never
safe
I'm
popping
out,
I'm
with
my
fucking
gang
Nigga
you
a
bitch
We
shot
up,
what
he
riding
in,
imma
leave
him
lit
Bullet
holes,
in
his
fucking
head,
fill
him
up
with
lead
Fuck
this
rapping
shit,
it's
niggas
out
here
trynna
see
me
dead
Im
trynna
win,
kill
him
with
a
grin
Oh
that
was
a
sin
Knock
a
nigga,
in
his
crimson
chin
Where
the
fuck
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
fucking
gang
Nigga
you
a
bitch
We
shot
up,
what
he
riding
in,
imma
leave
him
lit
Bullet
holes,
in
his
fucking
head,
fill
him
up
with
lead
Fuck
this
rapping
shit,
it's
niggas
out
here
trynna
see
me
dead
Im
trynna
win,
kill
him
with
a
grin
Oh
that
was
a
sin
Knock
a
nigga,
in
his
crimson
chin
Where
the
fuck
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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