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Okay this rap shit got me living like a king Im always working, so don't ask me where i been You know we hustling, boutta cop what i don't need She knows i like to make my bitches feel like queens Cos now i know that my credit cards, they don't get declined I got some scars, a few years back, when i almost died And i don't spar, cos i might just end em all if we fight Im Alucard, like what's in my glass, just ain't wine Hellsing, got you running, i beat em at every turn Getting funnier, every time i swear these fuckers never learn No strings, we just fucking, don't be asking what i earn I got my rifle, never miss, like the kill always gets confirmed It's an outbreak If we coming, bitch you know you feel the Ground shake Boy we fucking up the scale, just like an Earthquake He gon lose it, cos of us and cause a Car wreck Kinda feel like Bart when i scream, make the Glass break Motherfuckers found out Im for real, ima get em When i talk i don't lie I confessed, all my sins Made a scene, and now i'm back Cos i know that what i seen Could make a motherfucker mad Ever since shawty broke me I got problems with anger At times it looks like I'm loki The way im losing my temper Ain't nobody that could control me Go berserk like Guts in his armor Baby trust you don't wanna know me So much i don't wanna remember Oh my god, she wet like Tsunami She likes broken men, and im fine with it Cos she kinda looking like Nami So cmon girl, let's get on with it Im about numbers, like Fibonacci Cos im good at one thing, i ran with it I see through the lies, im Itachi No clan, i guess im just done with em Okay this rap shit got me living like a king Im always working, so don't ask me where i been You know we hustling, boutta cop what i don't need She knows i like to make my bitches feel like queens Cos now i know that my credit cards, they don't get declined I got some scars, a few years back, when i almost died And i don't spar, cos i might just end em all if we fight Im Alucard, like what's in my glass, just ain't wine Hellsing, got you running, i beat em at every turn Getting funnier, every time i swear these fuckers never learn No strings, we just fucking, don't be asking what i earn I got my rifle, never miss, like the kill always gets confirmed
Writer(s): Maëldan Wilmet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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