Face It
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โฑ๏ธ 1:52 duration
๐ ID: 10554191
๐ Lyrics
If you say, "Kill 'em", I said, "I got 'em"
(Lil Choppa) Lil Murder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Choppa with choppa stay loaded
Bullet shells all on your floor
Tryna get higher, Ruby got fire
I'm fucked up, he fucked up, whole grey fucked up
You done fucked up
Passin' that blunt, boy you know what's up
What's good, my g?
Drunk drivin', but it's just codeine
Keepin' that heat on my side
Welcome to my life every day, life every night
We all gon' die, prolly gon' fry
Fuck bein' sober, I stay high, forty ounce got sipped
Purple and yellow and red, only drink I mix
Big bag of that dope, drip goin' down my throat
Got your bitch beside my coffin, yeah, I call her Juliet
Told her not to weep, just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
I'm out of breath from smoking blunts
I'm too fucked up from sippin' Tech
Was I kissing on your bitch, or did I kiss the fucking Tec?
Paint me a new picture, picture that, I pictured death
Now my picture-perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
Hate all of this bullshit, man, I hate all of this stress
Imagine that the more press that we get
The closer I can feel my death
(Lil Choppa) Lil Murder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Choppa with choppa stay loaded
Bullet shells all on your floor
Tryna get higher, Ruby got fire
I'm fucked up, he fucked up, whole grey fucked up
You done fucked up
Passin' that blunt, boy you know what's up
What's good, my g?
Drunk drivin', but it's just codeine
Keepin' that heat on my side
Welcome to my life every day, life every night
We all gon' die, prolly gon' fry
Fuck bein' sober, I stay high, forty ounce got sipped
Purple and yellow and red, only drink I mix
Big bag of that dope, drip goin' down my throat
Got your bitch beside my coffin, yeah, I call her Juliet
Told her not to weep, just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
I'm out of breath from smoking blunts
I'm too fucked up from sippin' Tech
Was I kissing on your bitch, or did I kiss the fucking Tec?
Paint me a new picture, picture that, I pictured death
Now my picture-perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
Hate all of this bullshit, man, I hate all of this stress
Imagine that the more press that we get
The closer I can feel my death
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.92] If you say, "Kill 'em", I said, "I got 'em"
[00:27.82] (Lil Choppa) Lil Murder
[00:29.20] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:31.89] Choppa with choppa stay loaded
[00:34.06] Bullet shells all on your floor
[00:36.16] Tryna get higher, Ruby got fire
[00:38.04] I'm fucked up, he fucked up, whole grey fucked up
[00:41.01] You done fucked up
[00:42.17] Passin' that blunt, boy you know what's up
[00:43.71] What's good, my g?
[00:44.82] Drunk drivin', but it's just codeine
[00:46.64] Keepin' that heat on my side
[00:48.84] Welcome to my life every day, life every night
[00:51.41] We all gon' die, prolly gon' fry
[00:53.85] Fuck bein' sober, I stay high, forty ounce got sipped
[00:57.58] Purple and yellow and red, only drink I mix
[01:00.73] Big bag of that dope, drip goin' down my throat
[01:03.76] Got your bitch beside my coffin, yeah, I call her Juliet
[01:07.15] Told her not to weep, just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
[01:11.19] I'm out of breath from smoking blunts
[01:13.02] I'm too fucked up from sippin' Tech
[01:15.16] Was I kissing on your bitch, or did I kiss the fucking Tec?
[01:19.97] Paint me a new picture, picture that, I pictured death
[01:23.35] Now my picture-perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
[01:27.86] Hate all of this bullshit, man, I hate all of this stress
[01:31.00] Imagine that the more press that we get
[01:33.47] The closer I can feel my death
[01:35.93]
[00:27.82] (Lil Choppa) Lil Murder
[00:29.20] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:31.89] Choppa with choppa stay loaded
[00:34.06] Bullet shells all on your floor
[00:36.16] Tryna get higher, Ruby got fire
[00:38.04] I'm fucked up, he fucked up, whole grey fucked up
[00:41.01] You done fucked up
[00:42.17] Passin' that blunt, boy you know what's up
[00:43.71] What's good, my g?
[00:44.82] Drunk drivin', but it's just codeine
[00:46.64] Keepin' that heat on my side
[00:48.84] Welcome to my life every day, life every night
[00:51.41] We all gon' die, prolly gon' fry
[00:53.85] Fuck bein' sober, I stay high, forty ounce got sipped
[00:57.58] Purple and yellow and red, only drink I mix
[01:00.73] Big bag of that dope, drip goin' down my throat
[01:03.76] Got your bitch beside my coffin, yeah, I call her Juliet
[01:07.15] Told her not to weep, just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
[01:11.19] I'm out of breath from smoking blunts
[01:13.02] I'm too fucked up from sippin' Tech
[01:15.16] Was I kissing on your bitch, or did I kiss the fucking Tec?
[01:19.97] Paint me a new picture, picture that, I pictured death
[01:23.35] Now my picture-perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
[01:27.86] Hate all of this bullshit, man, I hate all of this stress
[01:31.00] Imagine that the more press that we get
[01:33.47] The closer I can feel my death
[01:35.93]