| I don’t know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
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| Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
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| Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
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| My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
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| Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
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| We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
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| Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won’t spare no kids or no hoes
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| Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
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| Take off his nose
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| None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold
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| Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers ridin' 'round smokin' dope
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| I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don’t think that you Low
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| This ain’t no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed
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| Money fold, dope sold, you caught a body but told
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| Spent 40 thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze
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| You sippin ' lean, that’s not prescription, got 'em comin' by loads
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| Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend 10 thousand on clothes
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| I don’t know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
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| Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
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| Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
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| My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
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| Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
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| We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
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| Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won’t spare no kids or no hoes
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| Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
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| I bought a chopper then I filled it up
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| I catch 'em, I’ma fill 'em up
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| Walk down, headshots, hit the corner, rip 'em up
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| Y’all better listen to the words I say, we livin' in our last days
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| Point blank, proven, ci-cigarettes and ash trays
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| I don’t know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
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| Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
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| Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
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| My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
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| Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
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| We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
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| Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won’t spare no kids or no hoes
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| Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
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| Grrrah, hahahaha
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| Haha, bitch, come here |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun Powder, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп