karma sf twilight zone şarkı sözleri

Murderous imma murder this Got the stains on my shirt from the purging bitch Imma purge ya bitch when she slurp my dick Kill this beat then imma earth you bitch Its past curfew bitch never heard of this Hat on head won't de-nerd you bitch Bitches curve you quick boi you think you slick When you getting less pussy than urcle wait Kick back make a f*ck nigga sit back Like a kit kat split the opposition in half Keep the cash on me like a maxipad And her ass on me when she call me dad Money inna bank bouta up my rank And i bought a switchblade might slice a nigga face Wont catch no case aint never done the race But in the meantime how bout we kick up the pace Shirt on yo body look rinkly look sloppy You stink like you just fell in 2 porta potties Commander you copy im killing this novice I'll grab the 16 and put holes in yo body Bet when you hear this forget being fearless just bounce like yo name had forever been froppy Im not even done grab the mag load the gun and i bet when i squeeze you gon reach for the sun Cook a nigga EZ bake Flip em over pancake Syrup leaking from his face And i just cut the fucking plate Hope you got that allstate Better make a fucking claim You think this shit a fuckin game Untill i take yo fucking name Twilight make a nigga see a bright light Thats a muzzle flash duck fast or its bye bye Ion shoot guns but ik you hear these rhymes right? One quick lil verse and you rather feel the nine Shoot n loot em anyway no Fortnite But budda what the f*ck happened to the 3rd line? Shit happens you could justt tell em that i lied Or you just caught me trippin out in the twilight Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 15 Beans inna pod aimed right at ya quad dont Need red dot 'cause my aim on 500,000 Nigga ill never miss the spot Equip the tec pull up at his home Wait for him to leave send one to his dome Now he dead like a phone head red like a gnome See shit get wild in the twilight zone like Hey, lil nigga what is your rank? Wait, heard you was private ok Stay, imma roll up like a tank Great, right at yo body i spray Pray, make a nigga look like paste 20 bullets in the case 20 bullets at ya face Nigga you gon die today
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