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bukkweat bill - lizzy borden lyrics

[verse 1]
red all in my eyes, blood all in my hands
something wrong with my mind, red paint in my can
i run around with my clan, att-tude like f-ck that
bukkake bwoy’s, yeah bruh it’s f-ck swag
come and get a toe tag, sit around here and get real ill
fix something with your broke -ss, i’m 98, plus two
2pac, i’m on juice
cup full of them drugs n-gga
salute my dumb crew
skate rats and them thug n-ggas
b’s up, 666
three 5’s and four clips
with my green i’m john deere
i ride the beat like a forklift
i go hard, i stay on my rock sh-t like kanye
any beat that i make gets eaten like buffet’s
cookouts, entrees
what you gon’ do with this young bukk
if beef is what they want i’m gumbo, potluck (potluck)
it’s no game, no e.a., no arcade
bukkweat is the name, i’m ’bout that like wu-tang

[hook]
lizzy borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks
when she saw what she had done, gave her father forty one
lizzy borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks
when she saw what she had done, gave her father forty one

[verse 2]
shades all in my eyes, blood all on my vans
something in my mind, say k!ll, amen
i look like satan, my clique off the meat rack
bukkake bwoy’s, yeah bruh and f-ck swag
my daddy say i’m zoned out so i’m zoned out and that’s that n-gga
iced my mouth out and throw a stack down on my tat’ n-gga
hoes love a young rap n-gga, spit bars in that p-ssy
spray your clique up my n-gga, clean cars with that uzi
i’m far out, i’m groovy
i’m geeked up like the 60’s
jesus has tattoos, the devil’s wearing d-ckies
mushrooms, i’m trippy, my daddy is a hippy
family up in houston, rest in peace to whitney
getting brain after brain, call that sh-t detention
my money longer than my girlfriend extensions
bukkake bwoy’s, triple 6, hallelujah
i die for my n-ggas, little martin luther

- bukkweat bill lyrics

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