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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christian Masters Miner
[00:11.290] Yeah, thirty-five points for the headshot, bitch
[00:13.150] Should've kept the pistol in the bag
[00:14.700] **** it, got the paper on track
[00:16.180] See me, bitch, I'm fitted all black
[00:17.570] I burn it if I ever get the plaque
[00:19.120] Turn ya ****in' family to a pack
[00:20.670] Put that ****in' money in the bag
[00:22.100] I kill him just to say the shit and brag
[00:23.330] Throw that check in that fire pit, I could buy your bitch
[00:26.330] I go back just to spin again, get my kill again
[00:29.310] Where I'm at, we don't do that shit, we don't talk a lot
[00:32.250] I blow my bag, where's my money, bitch?
[00:34.220] Reload all my magazine, I'm back, **** you thought it was?
[00:37.170] I don't know you, bitch, I send him up, tell him, "**** is up?"
[00:40.130] Suck my ****in' dick, I care 'bout cash, want my money back
[00:43.170] I don't like to brag, but look me up
[00:45.000] Get the **** up off my dick, I tried to give a **** (Yeah)
[00:47.620] It's double my money, like Playboy my money, I don't **** around with no bitch, yeah
[00:50.680] Dirty my thirty, I'm early as ****, caught me a body as soon as I'm up
[00:53.690] I brought a hand grenade into the club, I pull the pin and that shit goin' up
[00:56.680] Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns
[00:59.690] Even when I get my bag, bitch, got a red dot, shit, no tag, bitch
[01:02.730] Look at my bank, I got too rich, I'm in a red room, not no Twitch
[01:05.730] Blood money, baby, that's my history, uh
[01:08.370] He could pull up at the show, he ain't no kin to me, uh
[01:11.700] **** 'em all, uh, die slow and we ****ing ball
[01:14.700] **** 'em all, uh, die slow and we ****ing ball
[01:17.700] **** 'em all, uh, die slow and we ****ing ball
[01:20.700] **** 'em all, uh, die slow
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作曲 : Christian Masters Miner
Yeah, thirty-five points for the headshot, bitch
Should've kept the pistol in the bag
**** it, got the paper on track
See me, bitch, I'm fitted all black
I burn it if I ever get the plaque
Turn ya ****in' family to a pack
Put that ****in' money in the bag
I kill him just to say the shit and brag
Throw that check in that fire pit, I could buy your bitch
I go back just to spin again, get my kill again
Where I'm at, we don't do that shit, we don't talk a lot
I blow my bag, where's my money, bitch?
Reload all my magazine, I'm back, **** you thought it was?
I don't know you, bitch, I send him up, tell him, "**** is up?"
Suck my ****in' dick, I care 'bout cash, want my money back
I don't like to brag, but look me up
Get the **** up off my dick, I tried to give a **** (Yeah)
It's double my money, like Playboy my money, I don't **** around with no bitch, yeah
Dirty my thirty, I'm early as ****, caught me a body as soon as I'm up
I brought a hand grenade into the club, I pull the pin and that shit goin' up
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns
Even when I get my bag, bitch, got a red dot, shit, no tag, bitch
Look at my bank, I got too rich, I'm in a red room, not no Twitch
Blood money, baby, that's my history, uh
He could pull up at the show, he ain't no kin to me, uh
**** 'em all, uh, die slow and we ****ing ball
**** 'em all, uh, die slow and we ****ing ball
**** 'em all, uh, die slow and we ****ing ball
**** 'em all, uh, die slow