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Empty Corpse

by Geelxo

on L Gang Mode (2018)

Intro)
Yeah... Bish I'm a dread head
Bish I will fill a nigga with lead
Bish I will fill a nigga with lead

Bounty nigga killing that's a fucking code red
I'll slap a pussy nigga if he put it on my head...

Bounty nigga killing that's a fucking code red
I'll slap a pussy nigga if he put it on my head...

Chorus)
Mixed up all my feelings it ain't hurt though
When I'm alone I wonder is her fault
You ain't bout that action you is verbal
Throwing shade no cap I comeback hurtful

Shawty could you bring me back to earth though
You say you ain't got time to hear my words though
I need to spit the facts my time is curtal
They watching me they plotting for the worst, dog

Bridge)
L gang sixty third
L gang live, love, learn

Verse 1)
One verb, this one verse
Stiff and firm, strict and stern
She need a hug, bitch get curved
She want love, don't get hurt

Swag skinny jeans, kappa shirt
Gold in my teeth, like I'm Dean...
One word, I get one turn
She bend my nerves, I live my curse

She say ima dork, then I slam my door
I was never sore, I'm an empty corpse
She got hurt, we don't work
L gang only, leave our turf

Chorus)
Mixed up all my feelings it ain't hurt though
When I'm alone I wonder is her fault
You ain't bout that action you is verbal
Throwing shade no cap I comeback hurtful

Shawty could you bring me back to earth though
You say you ain't got time to hear my words though
I need to spit the facts my time is curtal
They watching me they plotting for the worst, dog

Bridge)
L gang sixty third
L gang live, love, learn

Verse 2)
I'm a dog now, when I ball out
You will fall out, don't talk down
Get knocked out, like a sock out
I go all out, from top down

Burst, you know ima burst
Gotta come in first
I'ma do you dirt if you try to take my flow...
I rework the microphone
She talk dirty like gross
She the nerdy type though...
She ain't even my type bro
She want 30 ISO's
Stephen Curry light show

You ain't even my type
All you get is goodbyes
All that I want is some off-white
I got a plug on the south side
He cook shit up like pot pie
The block get hot like hot fries
Leave me alone I am not nice
L Gang Mode it's my time...

L Gang Mode is my time
L Gang Mode is my time
Cooking dope with my—slime
I think I just might try

Chorus)
Mixed up all my feelings it ain't hurt though
When I'm alone I wonder is it her fault
You ain't bout that action you is verbal
Throwing shade no cap I comeback hurtful

Shawty could you bring me back to earth though
You say you ain't got time to hear my words though
I need to spit the facts my time is curtal
They watching me they plotting for the worst, dog

Bridge)
L gang sixty third
L gang live, love, learn

Outro)
That bitch she feeling average
I took her soul no capping
That's on my soul I'm asking
For lots of hope and balance
Balance...
Balance I took her soul no capping
That's on my soul...