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83hades - bandsk lyrics

the crmsyn chin

drop his set, i been those (‘kay)
lil bro gon get his ribs broke
take a pic but don’t get close
n+nine on me, what’s the info?
sneakin’ through ya window, f+ck yo’ moms when you is not home (raagh, raagh, raagh)
sneak up on him when he all alone (boom!)
p+ssy only got one chromosome (blah, blah!)
you a white dude droppin’ n+bombs but you only say when you on the phone
when i’m on a mission i be reminiscin’ bout how i’m tryna get yo head blown
f+flexin’ bands on instagram but when you zoom in, all you see is ones
you ain’t got no hissin, all your music sh+t, i can’t even call you no one and done

when i walk in, get sh+t poppin’, bring the dots in, now you outta luck
you can talk sh+t, you can jock sh+t but i never seen you postеd wit’ a gun
c+choppa gonna get his family f+cked (f+cked)
i’on еven gotta keep it tucked
that sh+t too big like a broomstick, you gon’ see me far when i’m runnin’ up
s+s+say you crip but you false flaggin’, got screenshots to show u not crackin’ (grrrah)
you be suckin’ d+ck, i wouldn’t put it past him
chop got a scope, i’m talkin’ bolt action
what i’m bringing fully automatic, chop be rainin’ sh+lls, you don’t want no static
hear ’em pitter patter, that boy been a actor, choppin’ off his head onto a dinner platter
and he think he tough, but it won’t be a factor
pull up on ya b+tch and sent my dogs at her (aha!)
tryna k!ll me but it won’t matter
cause i’m the type to get his brain splattered
you the type that be name jocking, og 80 i be name droppin’
we be pullin’ up on dominic, no we not afraid to get them ks poppin
why the f+ck you think his face throbbin’
talk hard but you not robbin’
p+ssy boy you is not rvr3 go on live promo it’s what you coppin’
bro even begged me for features (what?)
told little bro that i’m not rockin’ with it
hop out the h+llcat, you still in a civic
bands in ya name but you still couldn’t get it
i’m finna jump like a frog, ribbit
watch how i grip on the chop, rip it
i’ma just give em the clip, snippet
hit up your shorty she down for a d+ckin’
you got arrested for a parkin’ ticket
knock off his dreads, man i just couldn’t miss it
you play a song and the crowd turn to crickets
stack up yo’ money, sh+t tall as a midget
think of ya face when i’m out on a mission
f+ck yo’ dead people, they graves gon’ get p+ssed in
i’m movin’ weight like a mo’f+ckin’ piston
sh+t on ya head like a mo’f+ckin’ pigeon
you can get popped, i’m not talkin’ prescriptions
asking yo’ dad for a gl!ck like it’s christmas
big 83, i’m the best in the business
wanna be me but you can’t see my vision
nail his ass right on the cross like a christian
hit his lil’ head cause i got precision
look at ya face, that sh+t need a revision—
drop his set, i been those (‘kay)
lil bro gon get his ribs broke
take a pic but don’t get close
n+nine on me, what’s the info?
sneakin’ through ya window, f+ck yo’ moms when you is not home (raagh, raagh, raagh)
sneak up on him when he all alone (boom!)
p+ssy only got one chromosome (blah, blah!)
you a white dude droppin’ n+bombs but you only say when you on the phone
when i’m on a mission i be reminiscin’ bout how i’m tryna get yo head blown
flexin’ bands on instagram but when you zoom in, all you see is ones
you ain’t got no hissin, all your music sh+t, i can’t even call you no one and done

when i walk in, get sh+t poppin’, bring the dots in, now you outta luck
you can talk sh+t, you can jock sh+t but i never seen you posted wit’ a gun
c+choppa gonna get his family f+cked (f+cked)
i’on even gotta keep it tucked
that sh+t too big like a broomstick, you gon’ see me far when i’m runnin’ up
say you crip but you false flaggin’, got screenshots to show u not crackin’ (grrrah)
you be suckin’ d+ck, i wouldn’t put it past him
chop got a scope, i’m talkin’ bolt action
what i’m bringing fully automatic, chop be rainin’ sh+lls, you don’t want no static
hear ’em pitter patter, that boy been a actor, choppin’ off his head onto a dinner platter
and he think he tough, but it won’t be a factor (aha!)
pull up on ya b+tch and sent my dogs at her
tryna k!ll me but it won’t matter
cause i’m the type to get his brain splattered
you the type that be name jocking, og 80 i be name droppin’
we be pullin’ up on dominic, no we not afraid to get them ks poppin (grrrah!)
why the f+ck you think his face throbbin’
talk hard but you not robbin’
p+ssy boy you is not rvr3 go on live promo it’s what you coppin’
bro even begged me for features (what? what? what?)
told little bro that i’m not rockin’ with it
hop out the h+llcat, you still in a civic
bands in ya name but you still couldn’t get it
i’m finna jump like a frog, ribbit
watch how i grip on the chop, rip it
i’ma just give em the clip, snippet
hit up your shorty she down for a d+ckin’
you got arrested for a parkin’ ticket
knock off his dreads, man i just couldn’t miss it
you play a song and the crowd turn to crickets
stack up yo’ money, sh+t tall as a midget
think of ya face when i’m out on a mission
f+ck yo’ dead people, they graves gon’ get p+ssed in
i’m movin’ weight like a mo’f+ckin’ piston
sh+t on ya head like a mo’f+ckin’ pigeon
you can get popped, i’m not talkin’ prescriptions (b+tch!)
asking yo’ dad for a gl!ck like it’s christmas (b+tch! b+tch!)
big 83, i’m the best in the business
wanna be me but you can’t see my vision (hah!)
nail his ass right on the cross like a christian
hit his lil’ head cause i got precision
look at ya face, that sh+t need a revision—

- 83hades lyrics

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