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Ain't Nobody Gonna Leave
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Hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies Limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
Leave his body by the bridge
Leave no evidence, his case run colder than a fridge
He be talkin' out his neck and now his throat is all in slits
And now my heart is turning black, it's turning darker than eclipse
Raid his house, let me blitz
Circle back, no ellipse
Hit his head, make it split
And none these bills counterfeit
If I'm up on stage then I'm rocking some Ricks
I'm infected at the core now
Bodies hit the street, I ain't even up in Gore now
Think he safe right when he sleep, I be hiding in the corner
All his homies underneath, we be stepping on they corpse now
You're only leaving as a corpse
You're only leaving as a corpse
You're only leaving as a-
Hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies Limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
Hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies Limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, ain't nobody gonna leave
You gon' die inside this room and that's a fact
Imma smile while you bleed, all my homies gonna laugh
I can't lie, I like Lean, imma sip to relax
I'm so fly Truey Jeans with a big bunny bag
I can't leave the trap unless I got a blade
And we gon' double back, put hollows in his brain
Like imma running back, I hit hoes everyday
Like imma quarterback, I'm only making plays
We put him under the earth
I keep a stick, hoe keep guns in her purse
We put him under the earth
I keep a stick, hoe keep guns in her purse
Hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies Limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
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