| Ayy, Sniper Gang
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| Rah, rah! |
| Slay a nigga!
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| You know I’m slangin' cash
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| Sniper Gang
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| Rah, rah! |
| Kill nigga!
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| My nigga slayed a nigga, I just came from hanging with him
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| I don’t know what really happened, I think he home invade the nigga
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| You never catch me out here clubbing unless they paid a nigga
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| Why the fuck I chase a bitch when I don’t even chase the liquor
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| Hell yeah they call me Kodak but I ain’t come to take no picture
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| So icy, make it blizzard, and I’m leaning sippin sizzurp
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| Lil Wiz, still be kicking doors, I call that boy a wizard
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| Damn, I was textin' drivin', I looked up, I wrecked the fender
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| Wally say boy you better get her so I blitzed her
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| No time to waste, therefore if I get her I’ma hit her
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| My mama say, baby you a winner not a quitter
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| Well not today, ‘cause mama soon as I hit her I’ma quit her
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| Cut the top with a scissor, turned my new car to a vert
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| I might need a new liver ‘cause my body full of syrup
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| Kodak Black, but I’m smoking purp, thinkin' ‘bout cheesy purp
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| Rest in peace, Wayne Head and Purp, them boys down to earth
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| She know I’m a beast at every angle, you can call me Kurt
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| Flipped her over by her ankles, locked her and she called me Kurt
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| She know I be getting to the paper, I be putting in work
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| Up the road, playing with the papers, yeah I got that work
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| I’m on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit, I need a piece
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| I’m on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit, I’m playing for keeps
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| Money hungry, I can’t spare bitch, I gotta eat
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| I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
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| I’m on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything
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| I’m on that Demon shit, the devil know I keep that heat
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| You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees
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| Jeep Cherokee, I’m skiing with my dope boy wrist
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| Take his bag then smash, what uncle telling me
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| Dirty pistol, dirty mask, another felony
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| Rocks in my mouth, I spit ‘em out when I was sellin' weed
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| Choppers was tryna take me out at only seventeen
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| 9 Glock, body rock, this bitch hold 17
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| Mouth wet, pussy hot, she just was 17 (too young for me)
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| Cocaine under my nails, working this triple beam
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| No fingerprints on my shells, too sticky from the lean
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| I’m on that greedy shit, it’s mine, I ain’t gon' feed a bitch
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| Leave you leaking quick, one shot, one kill, Desert Eagle shit
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| I really got it out the mud, this ain’t no freebie shit
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| Guess how I got all my muscle, from deleting shit
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| Hard on the pussy, no old lady, I just borrow the pussy
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| These niggas thugging for the gram, gon' record the pussy
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| Boy you remind me of your bitch, you a bitch
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| Your address supposed to be a nigga’s ditch
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| Old pussy ass nigga
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| I’m on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit, I need a piece
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| I’m on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit, I’m playing for keeps
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| Money hungry, I can’t smell bitch, I gotta eat
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| I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
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| I’m on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything
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| I’m on that Demon shit, the devil know I keep that heat
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| You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees
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| Jeep Cherokee, I’m skiing with my dope boy wrist |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slayed , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Lil Big Pac, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп