| If you say «kill 'em», I said «I got 'em!»
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| (Lil Choppa)
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| Lil Murder
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Choppa with choppa stay loaded, bullet shells all on your floor
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| Tryna get higher, Ruby got fire
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| I’m fucked up, he fucked up, whole Grey fucked up
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| You done fucked up
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| Passin' that blunt, boy, you know what’s up
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| What’s good, my G?
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| Drunk drivin', but it’s just codeine
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| Keepin' that heat on my side
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| Welcome to my life everyday, life every night
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| We all gon' die, prolly gon' fry
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| Fuck bein' sober, I stay high, forty ounce got sipped
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| Purple and yellow and red, only drink I mix
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| Big bag of that dope, drip goin' down my throat
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| Mmm, got your bitch beside my coffin, yeah, I call her Juliet
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| Told her not to weep, just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
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| I’m out of breath from smoking blunts
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| I’m too fucked up from sippin' Tech
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| Was I kissing on your bitch—or did I kiss the fucking TEC?
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| Paint me a new picture, picture that, I pictured death
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| Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
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| Hate all of this bullshit, man, I hate all of this stress
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| Imagine that the more press that we get
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| The closer I can feel my death |