Lirik Lagu Li rye - I Don't Respond (first Day Out)

By: Admin | Artist: L li rye | Published: 2024-06-07T22:35:56:00+07:00

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n~ggas mad they can’t get on, b~tch, i put work in for these diamonds
i look down to this new cartier and i say, “perfect timin'”
i know that her love ain’t good for me, i call her poison island
it’s percocets in my promethazine, that’s why i’m never drivin’
we pop out clean as f~ck, i take your b~tch and nut all on her face, n~gga
pop out, cuh leave headshots, i leave that to my favorite hitters
looked up, seen a red dot, heard he got his face popped like a pimple
active with my pistol, i leave a hole in your facе like a dimple
bettеr pick a side before you die like malcolm in the middle
i ain’t never been a victim, always the one behind the pistol
i’m first one to pull the trigger, li rye the type lil’~boy a k!ller
we turn your wife to a thriller, b~tch, how your spot get hit with a switch?
these n~ggas think they bulletproof, p~ssy n~gga make me bullet you
we done showed n~ggas what fullies do, can’t hide, these b~tches comin’ through
we catchin’ you, we gunnin’ you down, n~gga
stretch how you fall, n~gga, leave bullets in your crown, n~gga
hold on, huh, south ain’t got twenty~six, we ridin’ ’round with fully sticks
you know i like nut in my b~tch, why you think she on top of sh~t?
five~seven, that’s why i’m on c~cky sh~t, i’m short, but i’m still rockin’ sh~t
i blew up like a rocket, b~tch, whack him, knock him off the list
rose gold, i just took a p~ss, fresh as f~ck, might take a pic
in the dark, my diamonds glist’, she say i got the finest wrist
rocket how these diamonds hit, mileage, but i know i’m lit
hottie wan’ eat on my d~ck, scottie pippen dunk on sh~t
rod wave wrote the wrist, ain’t see no n~gga colder this
he p~ssy, he ain’t blow his bl!ck, love to see blood, they say i’m sick
b~tch, i raise the murder rate, turnt up, these n~ggas love to hate
i’m young with so much on my plate, f~cked up my n~ggas turnin’ fake
guess they hate to know i’m great, paralyze with demons in my face
i see death up in my face, quick to blow, won’t hesitate
hope i don’t overdose one day, spiritual, but i don’t never pray
he play and he gon’ meet his faith, rrt, r.i.p. to his face
two r.i.p.s in my face, r.i.p. red, r.i.p. eric
got love for all the bros, i know he think that i don’t be carin’
big heart, i give ’em what i can, they think that i don’t be sharin’
hitter ain’t whack him in his yard ’cause with me hand up his pact
these n~ggas see li rye and thankin’ me, ain’t got sh~t else to do
they try to close the door, i don’t give a f~ck, b~tch know i’m comin’ through
got my respect with murder, i step on sh~t with my socks, say i’m shoe
they think i’m cray ’cause i don’t give a f~ck, i’m quick to step on you
i been poppin’ percocets, how many i’m on? right now it’s two
i keep poppin’ percocets, before the night gon’ be a few
started off with just one body, now we above like a few
yeah, this sh~t is faneto, we can rip him in a zoo
i get money in my sleep, i feel like a f~ckin’ jew
we been f~ckin’ for a week, so i’ma call her my lil’ boo
i don’t stay too far, in utah, take a trip to see the view, ha, who?
why? you? die, who? bah, woo
my brother claim he died too, ain’t believe him ’til i see him drop blood
when you hit a n~gga head, that blood red shot just like a flood
n~ggas see that sh~t get real, try to cop five, nah, bud
the n~ggas really outside stand on business, who? y’all was?
done ran through more pounds than a plenty fitness, all big buds
i’m in cali’ with ebk jaaybo, i’m with big bloods
and my daddy, he a loc, neighborhood crip, a big cuz

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