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Sunday Service
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Yungeen Ace
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Dead man walking What’s that sh*t you said you just a dead man talking All these n***as super tough until a mad man spark em My lil hundred round drum I like to blast that often Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking Tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping Shoot him in his f**king head they say the n***a died hollering We might be on CNN if all these n***as keep dropping we ain’t stopping til we got like 9 bodies First time I shot a n***a up close, I had a long night If a n***a thought bout playing with spina he take his own life 762 through his door, I hold the chrome tight Shot em in his d**k make em think he taking his own life I just take my clips until they flip I won’t be alright Clutching blickas sitting outside his sh*t we been here all night I just spent 600 on my Glock that’s why I won’t fight Say she want 600 for the drop I said that’s alright Call the preacher tell em get a sermon make it nice for em Send a bag through a cash app that’s murder on a iphone Speaking what he seen what we gone shoot em in his mouth for it He won’t come outside so we gone run off in his house for it Dead man walking What’s that sh*t you said you just a dead man talking All these n***as super tough until a mad man spark em My lil hundred round drum I like to blast that often Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking Tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping Shoot him in his f**king head they say the n***a died hollering We might be on CNN if all these n***as keep dropping we ain’t stopping til we got like 9 bodies Let me tell you how this sh*t happened hollow chip knocked his sh*t back Late night creeping through his bushes i’m tryna see how im finna make this happen See earlier that day he was on the net talking all that gansta sh*t Tryna catch em with his mama & tie him up I’m on some dangerous sh*t I ain’t never ran from them n***as I got multiple bodies Acting like he shot me boy you a b*t*h you ain’t never killed nobody I caught his dawg at a party I hopped out with a Glock I had em crawling on his knees he praying for me to stop Ghost gun 556 ain’t got no stock on it You ain’t finna play me like no b*t*h I put yo block on it Disrespectful n***a I’ll clear the room I get retarded How the f**k you finna play with Don Dada when b*t*h I go the hardest I leave em zombie walking Dead man walking What’s that sh*t you said you just a dead man talking All these n***as super tough until a mad man spark em My lil hundred round drum I like to blast that often Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking Tell em, we gone make em rich long as these bodies keep popping Shoot him in his f**king head they say the n***a died hollering We might be on CNN if all these n***as keep dropping we ain’t stopping til we got like 9 bodies
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