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83hades - noize lyrics

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[verse 1: 83hades]
might drop a sack, [?] codeine
open the pack, now the room smell like dodi
he said he a k!ller, he act like a shorty
and they lookin’ for him like they lookin’ for dori
let me tell you a story
i was outside with a toy
when they started talkin’ that noise
i hit ’em with “fah, fah”
turn a grown man to a boy
i’m all ’bout my money like [?]
i wanna smoke out a royce
roll up his bro, yeah+yeah, i smoke him out a doink
i came up from [?]
f+ck it, let’s get to the point
i+i got some issues, i wanna k!ll all your boys
i’m up at 3 in the mornin’, sellin’ narcotics
now his whole family in mournin’
just ’cause he missed all the warnings
i told him, “get back”, he ignored it
you pick your poison
you want the chop or you wanna catch the machete?
i’m movin’ dope and it’s heavy
shoot up his chevy
i+if he want smoke, we+we bring [?] war f+ckin’ ready
i’m sniffin’ on lexus
this ain’t confetti, it’s a .38 caliber
no license plate, i send shots at the challenger
once i get in her, i gotta get out of her
i just bought a p and i gave that boy counterfeits
off of the xans, i go in and i’m out of it
i just bought a p
you can get shot at for free
never slip up, i’m on fleet
while you and yo’ crew, always stay talkin’ ’bout me
[?] a few bands to a g
hundred round drums, we finna shoot up yo’ fleet
tell that b+tch, get on her knees
83 and kay p
tell me, ho’, what do you need?
the molly, or acid, or beans?
or do you need weed?
i think you need both
cement on his ankles so his body don’t fold
[verse 2: kay p]
that boy talkin’ sl!ck, we gon’ cut out his tongue
we shootin’ at opps, we shootin’ up gunk
you n+ggas some addicts, that sh+t on a tractor
just f+cked on a new b+tch, i think she [?]
i just got off a flight, i was in tokyo
that b+tch want pipe, i be like, “okey doke”
i don’t wanna fight, you might get poked, lil’ bro
pour me a four, i drink lean like a [?]
b+tch, you a puppet, that make me [?]
i just took 400, out this b+tch [?]
i got a chopper, remind me how rockets look
hold him for ransom, that boy is a hostage, bro
his momma cryin’ to 12, she don’t know where he at
he get hit with that ricky, put one in his back
his boy [?], you can get clapped
what, you want the uzi or you want the mac?
my shorty [?], she got a strap
just [?]
got me on my ass
i can’t stand up straight
that .223 eat him up like it’s a mukbang
i’m in a ford, can’t f+ck with a mustang
i can’t f+ck with you, you hang with too much lames
all i do is ball, i can’t even pump fake
all you n+ggas sweet, i hate all you cupcakes
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