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No fuckin' with a leech, I don't need no chemo Buggin' on my cleats, I'ma teach your ego Run around that track, tunnel vision turned black Frontin' with the money bag, but I see no C-note Dollar, dollar bill when I spill that rum She now on my dick, I'ma feel that tongue She gon' make it split, she a meal, no gum Seal gonna rip when I rip my gun Like knock, knock, talk that talk You ain't really bout it, now walk that walk Chop, chop, off to the plank Drop a motherfucker like I'm off to the bank Get 'em with the fish like Chrollo, Chrollo Put 'em in a ditch by the dojo, dojo Blinky everybody 'til it's no show, no show Shizuku on top with the mop in Kyoto Artillery, stockin' with my military Stim got me all jittery Leakin' my lust for their misery We gon' break ya, take ya loot Fantoms we the Phantom Troupe Smack 'em with the magnum tool Dancin' while we clashin' fools I will work 'til five, I'm alive Got the list where they hide Where's your pride? Where's your tribe? I don't miss with the scribe I run the heist, no disguise They surmise, only lies What you know about the glow About my name, about my life? Fuck I do not miss with the two piece Fly in the mist like I'm Bruce Lee, sure High with a bitch another groupie They gon' die with the nine like a movie Run it back, run it back, don't lack Got the unna back put it all on the gat Don't stall I'ma smack, catch 'em all make 'em ash Pokimane on my balls, pokeballs gon' slap Like knock, knock, talk that talk You ain't really 'bout it, now walk that walk Chop, chop, off to the plank Drop a motherfucker like I'm off to the bank Get 'em with the fish like Chrollo, Chrollo Put 'em in a ditch by the dojo, dojo Blinky everybody 'til it's no show, no show Shizuku on top with the mop in Kyoto
Writer(s): Richard Mclaughlin, Hayden Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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