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  • Текст песни ADREGGA - Mail Em Off

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    Load up them k’s hop in the van lets kill up all the opps
    Im tryna celebrate a soul and cop a dirty glock
    All these fakes ass body counts these n*ggas got it gotta stop
    Im tryna catch a top this new b*tch i just got it spin alot

    Floating through that bat, gone put one ina hat, im on some crashin sh*t
    Like where they at, gone put em on they back and end it tragically
    Social distance roll down all the windows like we practicing
    It aint no limit, send it make em say uhhh just like master p
    (I see murder)
    7.62s up in the choppa lets play spin the bottle
    50 shots gone clear the block this b*tch hold half a dolla
    Dont want no sleep im tryna creep and resolve every prolem
    Bombin on my enemies beef like tupac and big poppa

    Set it off (oh yeah) set it off i feel like queen like queen latifa
    He Aderol & percacets none of my shooters sleepy
    Mail em off send him up to God after i send a demon
    Chalk em out he say he from the steets i left em onna cement

    400 degrees im tryna burn this bitch up
    Somebody call the fire truck issan emergency
    Heart cold beby i aint showin no love
    Cant no paramedic save em issa murda scene

    And issan man down man down send the body bags
    They gone stan down stan down wavin all them flags
    Corona Virus in this b*tch cause we got gloves and we got mask
    Gone start a riot in this b*tch we packin drums just like a band

    Issa fireeeeeeee somebody ring the alarm
    Gonna take him hireeee and send em back where he from
    Shooter and driver hop out the rental and dump
    Burning the tiresss while im bending the corner

    We Buku ammo we got buku this b*tch we got buku that
    Strapped like rambo we go back and forth nigga this tit fa tat
    Dressed up in camo blow yo mind you cant imagine that
    I feel like malcolm x wont be no peace til they flat on they back
    4 Shit

    Set it off (oh yeah) set it off i feel like queen like queen latifa
    He Aderol & percacets none of my shooters sleepy
    Mail em off send him up to God after i send a demon
    Chalk em out he say he from the steets i left em onna cement

    400 degrees im tryna burn this bitch up
    Somebody call the fire truck issan emergency
    Heart cold beby i aint showin no love (i aint showing no loveeee)
    Cant no paramedic save em issa murda scene

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