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83hades – terror lyrics

[intro]
someone tell these p+ssy ass lil’ kids to leave me alone
ah+ha, 83
(83)
(d+mn, kc)

[verse 1]
do+do+don’t try and test me, they know what i’m tuckin’
told me “don’t come here”, well guess who is coming
i+i’m selling work on yo block, i ain’t budgin’
i picked up some sh+t that can’t fit in yo’ budget
when i came out the womb, i was born to be hustling
i got my demons with me and they thuggin’
i just rob yo’ boy if i need a quick hunnid
i+i got these diamonds on me and they stuntin’
i ain’t into talkin’ girl, i’m into f+cking
show me that p+ssy, what you got in that luggage?
watch who you pushin’, this sh+t could get ugly
and we like to torture, you die if you lucky
you feel the drip in your throat with that yucky
they+they tried to take me and i shot his cuzzy
she gave me brain, shawty like to study
doggystyle, i turn a b+tch to a puppy
he was a square, now there’s circles his tummy (spongebob)
twenty+nine holes in his body like spongebob
posted with pumpken, he shaking his dreadlocks
welcome to subway, she taking this foot long
got the rap game in a muhf+ckin’ headlock
b+tch [?], make peoples head rock
yes uh, come here lil’ b+tch, give me that cheddah
i brought my fella, walk in this b+tch with baretta’s
[verse 2]
you+you+you all sound the same, you sound like some chump
i pull up the function, i’m letting it thump
don’t load up the clip if you not gon’ dump
your shawty a hoe, she f+ck me right there
my shawty a demon, you can see in her stare
and i got the beams, b+tch i let them glare
these muhf+ckin’ f+ggots be painting they hair
and you playing stupid, think we playing fair
like send the address, i pull up, i’m there
shoutout to texas, you know that we rvr3
blo+blow a band on a stripper, i don’t even care
my choppa name ric, cause it got the flair
i’m going in deep, yeah i put it in bare
i’m f+cking her good, yeah that p+ssy get teared
my belt got two g’s and it’s holding a glock
do not move too quick, if you do, you get shot
i+i+i keep an iron, b+tch [?]
an+and i bring the static, it got you in shock
like “what do you need?, bet i got it in stock”
i pull out the yopper and it got a stock
think that it’s hurting, she tell me to stop
fu+fu+f+ck all that talking, you know we can squab
i pull up the function, you know i’m with squad
i’m all in yo’ mother and i’m in yo’ broad
i pull up the building with squad and we bangin’
he lame, he ain’t hangin
don’t approach me, i’m dangerous
i ride with them bangers, fl!ck chop with my fingers
he think that he gangster
i can’t control anger
i’m armed and i’m dangerous
we leaving no traces
i fill ’em with led then he getting erased
[?], no they not in my pace
i promise i’m spending, they not in my pay
i+i’m ceo, i give myself a raise
might shoot out of hondas but pull up in wraith’s
like look what i’m whippin’, you don’t wanna race
i’m dressed in designer, you dressed in that fake
all they can say is something bout my race, y’all are some p+ssies like say it my face
[break]
i’m off this b+tch
sike, nah, run it back real quick, hol’ up (ha+ha)

[verse 3]
i+i got fishscale, shawty i got cocaine
coke in my nose, all i smell is the propane
r+v+r+3, we don’t f+ck with no joking
said she want the tip, i’ma let her have the whole thing
i+i+i’m the motherf+cking devil, don’t f+ck with me, uh
got+got me spending little b+tch, i am in fendi, uh
semi tucked, b+tch i got the remi, uh
demon head+spin, uh, got my weapon, uh
but i’m heaven sent, uh, you irrelevant, uh
why’d you try to fight?, aye, i’ma grab my knife, aye
shawty takin pipe, aye, he might lose his life, aye
i’m f+ck her ri+aye
b+tch, we moving pints in
i ain’t into fightin’
and they sayin’ that he missin’, wait til someone finds him
and i’m not playin’ round when i say i get it in
when i walk into a mall, all i do is f+cking spend
and it’s murder anybody just like i’m a texan
fuc+f+ck all these f+ckin’ rappers, all they do is text it
why you tryna f+ckin’ press me?
bullets gonna press him in
you don’t even get to speak if you don’t got no presidents
i don’t care bout no b+tches, they don’t have no relevance
turn this sh+t to the olympics, and i jump over the fence
man, i really keep my digit on my motherf+cking hip
if you wanna come and get it, i’ma do another zip
f+ck your lil shawty, rob your boyfriend, i’m the kingpin
money on my ears, can’t hear what they sayin’
movin’ all them beans, going in and out the bas+m+nt
d+gg+n’ on that b+tch, you know that i’m slayin’
like who can match my energy?
f+ck rap friends and f+ck rap enemies (f+ck ’em)
if you ain’t my brother, then you isn’t sh+t to me (f+ck ’em)
take his ass to class, i’ma turn him into history (f+ck ’em)
eerht ythgie

- 83hades lyrics

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