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Move out the fuckin way, or I kick your shit in Roll up in a big body, that is what you is Curb stomp that motha fucka, leave him on the block dead If you color blind, just know that my dot red Run up in his crib caught him Left him in the fridge rottin Money over hoes hoe I don't want your fuckin head Keep your apology bitch Imma take your fuckin head Skin him to the bone, leave him cold If he with the feds You gon fuckin die Feds find the body hung B-B-Blame it on a suicide Call me Bob the builder with my motha fuckin big tool I don't make friends whore I'm the dude that kills dudes Actual cannibal, making your face tangible Bullets to my clip are always staying fuckin addable Imma customize your face like you Mr. Potato Head Fill that boy with bullets and make sure that fuckin whore is dead You don't got the walk in the flock that you flauntin Find where he stay stole his couch and we popped him You done ran outta chances you been outta luck boo I care bout myself Bitch I do not care about you Who the fuck is you to me Nothing fuckin new to me Drop a rat cop a bag buy some fuckin jewelry I don't wear jewels I don't smoke em neither Talkin all that tough, gon leave you with a seizure Like twitch bitch I am clippin your jaw One with the gods Kill opps with the mob Get off my .wav bitch Get off my cock Say my name right it's Pastor Pranav R-R-Run up in his crib caught him Left him in the fridge rottin Money over hoes hoe I don't want your fuckin head Keep your apology bitch Imma take your fuckin head Skin him to the bone, leave him cold If he with the feds Actual cannibal making your face tangible Bullets to my clip are always staying fuckin addable Imma customize your face like you Mr. Potato Head Fill that boy with bullets and make sure that fuckin whore is dead You don't got the walk in the flock that you flauntin Find where he stay stole his couch and we popped him You done ran outta chances, you been outta luck boo I care bout myself Bitch I do not care about you Who the fuck is you to me Nothing fuckin new to me Drop a rat cop a bag, buy some fuckin jewelry I don't wear jewels I don't smoke em neither Talkin all that tough, gon leave you with a seizure Like twitch bitch I am clippin your jaw One with the gods Kill opps with the mob Get off my .wav bitch Get off my cock Say my name right it's Pastor Pranav
Writer(s): Pranav Nagarajan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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