​gridlock lyrics

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​funeral


[Verse 1: funeral]
Why you getting p*ssed off?
I'ma let my wrist talk
Kill your ass in gridlock
Shoot up, then I drift off
I'm into extortion
Get to you extorting
Money I'm exporting
Killing you a sport then
Bloody, bloody fall
Bloody funny when they fall
Bloody, bloody in they tummy
When I make 'em hit the wall
Bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody it's so funny

[Verse 2: RIVEN]
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[Verse 3: funeral]
Watching them fall
Broad day kill 'em all-all
Bodies all up in the hall
You can meet me at the mall
We up at your house
When we know no one around-round
I'ma keep it quiet
No, I will not make a sound
[Verse 4: RIVEN]
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