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aaron weinberg - killin' a week lyrics

goin’ hard with my n-ggas we all f-cked up
beat beats make the fruit punch
loose ones, hanging out of a new coupe with a blue dutch
get the zoo loose see the troop run
red and blue on my apr-n it’s a based n-gga with napalm
drive crops i got a state-farm
get high already that’s weed confetti that’s party money and trees forgetting
i treat the kief like a beat becky
meet the beef got ’em ejecting
stoned as statues they’re erecting i’m high laughing and trend setting
you’re switch hitting i stay batting your b-tch giving i stay happy
mixed fitting in white families, sp-ce jamming your wife tanning
swag banning i’m up rapping these low n-ggas at high landings
you’re by-standing i’m standing by my boy drinks ‘fore we drive
nose candy that hard white seen n-ggas die off a few lines

finally a soph0m-re, and i feel so fresh, man
the game’s just stock, i’m a key investment
they’re paying to play, i start in the lead
rolling a j with a 5th for my team
breaking a fast with a layup to eat and erasing the -sses i’m paid to defeat uh
sun tanning the weed, high as a banner i’m handling beef
period planner the f-ck of the week
deaded the next, rinse and repeat uh
man i’m schrute on a beet, blowing like flutes and she’s throating it deep
king of the hill minus children to feed i’m a slave to a bill with a billion in need uh

hook
make a k!lling a week
slaughter a house i ortiz ’em and peace
body a blouse i’m relieving her needs
man it’s animal house and i’m wormering freaks

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the trees burn but my ho cold
she wet enough to make pole jokes
on a dope float like it’s macy’s day
the cough syrup got ’em slow-mo
told her stick the weed in her cho-cho
there’s k9’s on the road though
she high as f-ck while the blue and reds got her dancing like a go-go
they pulling up, whoa whoa
tellin’ stories like frodo
let us off with a warning that’s a gift b-tch call it ho ho
call it christmas with a lit spliff got her turning tricks on the road though
we speeding off yellin’ yolo
popping 40’s and locos

hook

y’all n-ggas can only see what i show you
top of that totem-pole view but that’s old news
lit trees on the beach with the locals
elders wanna meet my whole crew
cooking soul-food with a mogul
and his daughter’s looking at my polls too
like my office, was an oval
she whisper what an unhooked bra’ll do
never cautious, it’s a code blue
trees, drinks, and a ho too, never honest? that’s a bold move
girl i run the game let me coach you
we’re at a party, it’s a slow tune
f-cking in the back like i’m s’posed to, with a bad broad, and she’s so cool

hook

- aaron weinberg lyrics

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