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Founda Gun (feat. Little Lamboy) est une chanson en Anglais

Eveything slippin'
It's fading, it's blipping
No Thanos, no taking
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
I don't wanna be me
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
Eveything slippin'
It's fading, it's blipping
No Thanos, no taking
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
I don't wanna be me
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
Then he found a gun
Then he found a gun
Then he found a gun
Then he found a gun
Then he found one
And he fell in love
Nothing could replace it
Not another one
Yeah, his grip on purpose
Would always seem to slip
Now tucked in, is that metal on his hip
No more cuts, no more harming
No more self given slits
Doing olympics on peoples head
Call it splits!
Shot in the sights, running
All the time, running
Shot in the sights, running
All the time
Ice for life, hunting
For five hunnid
On the watch running
Outta time
Got the grip on the stainless steel
All the power, but do you have the will?
Grip on my mind, I'm about to kill
Yeah, the grit on my mind
Open carry, no conceal
I' ve been searching
Looking, lurking in the shadows
Perching in the dark to pick my battles
Looking for that person
Let's call him "donor"
Wish he never met his "love"
Wish he never known her
Wish he never hurt her
Now I'ma kill him
Yeah, they paint me as a villain
But you don't hit on women!
You don't hit on children!
Don't you see the picture
That I'm painting like I'm Vincent?
Listen yo frame bent
If you hit on things that livin'
I'ma kill that nigga 'cuz it's gotta be done
I'ma kill that nigga 'cuz he's had his fun
I'ma find that nigga, yeah, he on the run
I'ma kill that nigga 'cuz it's gotta be done
No more smoking crack with the homies
Illegal racks, grabbing boobies
No more watching X movies
No more grabbing da booty
No more having fun
All those nights are done
All those nights are done
All those nights are done
The matrix is real! (way too real, way too real)
My patience is real (way too real, way too real)
I'm constantly fallin'
I don't know how I'm gonna make it forreal!
So they gonna try me
Wanna label me "past tense"
But God is a joker
He look at you people and He can't stop laughing
He can't stop laughing, He can't stop laughing
He can't stop laughing
He can't stop laughing, He can't stop laughing
Eveything slippin'
It's fading, it's blipping
No Thanos, no taking
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
I don't wanna be me
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
Eveything slippin'
It's fading, it's blipping
No Thanos, no taking
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
I don't wanna be me
I'm poppin' my xannies
I hate me, I hate me
I hate
I hate me
I hate
I hate
I hate me
I hate me
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Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: Caiden Mills, Christopher Roberson, Larry Hornsby
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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