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42 Felon lyrics by Ribby247

Intro
Good evening a manhunt is underway tonight for a gunman following a terrifying drive-by shooting on the Gold Coast (42 felon)
Gold Coast residents say gun crime is out of control
The police is saying their doing all they can (42 felon)
? two men wanted over a brazen daylight- (four, two, felon)

Chorus
I’ma 42 felon, I ain’t buying what your sellin’
Shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
If he dies, he ain’t tellin’
In your ride, see your jealous
I’ma 42 felon, I ain’t buying what your sellin’
Shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
If he dies, hе ain’t tellin’
In your ride, see your jealous

Verse 1
I’ma 42 fеlon from the 247
Eight shots in the spin this drop two more fellas
I can tell that he jealous cause he can’t beat a street cunt
I ain’t buying what your sellin’, bought a weapon to the meetup
I taught these brats how to trap, I got my feed up, countin’ up a stack
Big watch, big chain, big str-
Got an IG model doin’ dishes in the trap, no cap
Their only active on the internet
Day walking with a blade, like snipes, they ain’t into that
Lad I can show you how to skin a cat
Cause I can’t kick back I’m tryna be where all the winners at
Where the bitty’s and the grinners at, big bag bouncin’ out the Benz tryna spin him like a ceiling fan
You ain’t a trapper if your dealing grams
First, second, and third place

Chorus
I’ma 42 felon, I ain’t buying what your sellin’
Shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
If he dies, he ain’t tellin’
In your ride, see your jealous
I’ma 42 felon, I ain’t buying what your sellin’
Shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
If he dies, he ain’t tellin’
In your ride, see your jealous

Verse 2
Hands down best rapper from the coast (fact)
Sellin’ half weights, you ain’t a trapper your a joke (goose)
Man down when I rob you for your co-
With a metal in my coat and I spark it like a cone on vogue(?)
Paper in my pocket pussy say sum’
Aim it at his feet, boy dancin’ like Raygun
Sneak diss and little bitches like to play dumb
Mister get it done I been poppin’ since grade 1
Poppin’ locks hand socks up in your pantry
White and brown bitches, one Whitney, one Mandy
Mixin’ ‘em together caramello like candy
Drivin’ with your bae and she tryna give my handy’s
If a prince, limo gray tints, whippin’ through surfers big birther(?) and a kitch
With a bitch, think her names Kim
Speakin’ on my name so I push my blade in

Chorus
I’ma 42 felon, I ain’t buying what your sellin’
Shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
If he dies, he ain’t tellin’
In your ride, see your jealous
I’ma 42 felon, I ain’t buying what your sellin’
Shots flying at your melon in the ride with the fellas
If he dies, he ain’t tellin’
In your ride, see your jealous