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Everybody Dyin Lyrics by Cyraq

2019

{Intro}
Bro, what the fuck? Bro this nigga trippin, foo
Got em, he popped! Boom boom boom!
Nigga on my mamma!

[Chorus]
Left em slumpt in the car, I'm feelin like lean
This Glock in my jacket, gone cook em like beans
Yo daddy a pussy, we runnin his jeans
And the whole gang strapped just like a marine
.49s, keins, .30s, and beams
New bar of soap nigga, now I be clean
Eat me up like a fat hoe ordering wings
Quickdraw pop em like chicken in grease

{Verse}
Bitch you gotta go, like go find a ride
And bitch you a car, wait in the garage
Just like a dog, I put hеr outside
Tryna jump like a frog, somebody gonе die
Her mouth like heaven, I told her don't stop
KD got to bustin, I told em don't stop
Can’t forget Jesto, he steppin like socks
And he won’t see tomorrow, he reach for this Glock
Draw down like a tattoo, ink on his face
You know you ain’t gangsta, so stay in yo place
Me and Erick hopped out, he ain’t know what to say
I feel like Odell, i just caught a play
You ain’t holdin shit, can’t flex with my gun
Smoke a nigga, he collapse like lungs
Strap on his lap cause he thought he could run
Ion eat KFC and I still gotta drum
You kill me I'm droppin yo partner in heaven
I hit a DM in and out when she naked
You gone get a F in this hoe if you test me
And nigga, we in yo bush like Reggie
Can't believe we was slaves, but I'm in a whip
Don't step on my jays, I shoot off the rip
Pull up and strip, we got hollow tips
You suburb niggas quit claimin a clip
Don’t try to tussle, get turned to a gusher
That ain’t yo gun, give it back to yo brotha
Empty yo pockets, lil bro I ain't stutter
I let off some shots, then I'm dippin like mustard
He ain’t tryna slide, he scared
Nyquil 30, I put him to bed
Last nigga ran off, got shot in the leg
He ran in the trap and got shot in the head

{Chorus}
Left em slumpt in the car, I'm feelin like lean
This Glock in my jacket, gone cook em like beans
Yo daddy a pussy, we runnin his jeans
And the whole gang strapped, just like a marine
.49s, keins, .30s, and beams
New bar of soap nigga, now I be clean
Eat me up like a fat hoe ordering wings
Quickdraw pop em like chicken in grease
(boom boom!)
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About “Everybody Dyin” by Cyraq

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