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Lync Lone - Red Dead Lyrics



Lync Lone - Red Dead Lyrics




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Slicing the hash brick
Wax will kill, I'm ashing on asses
Yackin' up tobacco and a grass spliff
Hackin' up these whack rappers caskets
Raps like packs of wrappers in past tense
That means no candy and I blast em, wait
Hold up bitch I play no games
Say no names, get caked all day
Pay no brain to bastards in the DM
Telling me to keep it up, bitch I will then
Telling me to switch it up, bitch I'll kill him
Tell me to give a f*ck, bitch I'll steal them
Hell what I dream about in my visions
Inhale in hell, I'm the kingpin
I'm gettin' brain in heavens gates and I'm okay with the gesture
How far can I go? Let's measure
How the bar so low in the desert
Why there ain't no bar in the desert?
Tryna get f*cked up off a nice beverage
Wild west life, it's something like Red Dead
Gimme one shot to the head, red then dead
The blood splatter
Like pitter patter on windowsill, Lync gon kill rappers
All of you mothaf*ckas will just blabber
And chitter chatter, I'm inching towards happiness
Put em in a grave, put em in a safe
Put em all away, close the gates and be safe
I'm a runaway slave to the game
But games are for playing, not my sudden fate
All these mothaf*ckin' lames
Can't do shit but turn grit to gray
Can't move bricks or rap about yay
Don't take drinks or bottles to the face
Take rap music and punch that bitch in the face
Make crack music, I'm giving the dope away
You fake trap music and hope you get plays
You make whack shit, listen to what I say
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Back on DatPiff
Slicing the hash brick
Wax will kill, I'm ashing on asses
Yackin' up tobacco and a grass spliff
Hackin' up these whack rappers caskets
Raps like packs of wrappers in past tense
That means no candy and I blast em, wait
Hold up bitch I play no games
Say no names, get caked all day
Pay no brain to bastards in the DM
Telling me to keep it up, bitch I will then
Telling me to switch it up, bitch I'll kill him
Tell me to give a f*ck, bitch I'll steal them
Hell what I dream about in my visions
Inhale in hell, I'm the kingpin
I'm gettin' brain in heavens gates and I'm okay with the gesture
How far can I go? Let's measure
How the bar so low in the desert
Why there ain't no bar in the desert?
Tryna get f*cked up off a nice beverage
Wild west life, it's something like Red Dead
Gimme one shot to the head, red then dead
The blood splatter
Like pitter patter on windowsill, Lync gon kill rappers
All of you mothaf*ckas will just blabber
And chitter chatter, I'm inching towards happiness
Put em in a grave, put em in a safe
Put em all away, close the gates and be safe
I'm a runaway slave to the game
But games are for playing, not my sudden fate
All these mothaf*ckin' lames
Can't do shit but turn grit to gray
Can't move bricks or rap about yay
Don't take drinks or bottles to the face
Take rap music and punch that bitch in the face
Make crack music, I'm giving the dope away
You fake trap music and hope you get plays
You make whack shit, listen to what I say
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Writer: Kyle Moran
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 1:32
Written by: Kyle Moran

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