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cacnea spike thug 37 - makewophousegreatagain lyrics

[intro]
you know how i’m rocking, b+tch
alien cult mob, so icy sorcerer boyz
if you ain’t so icy boyz, n+gga, f+ck you, n+gga, suck my d+ck, b+tch
alien cult mob, brr, brr, well okay, okay

[verse]
i’m the wopmann, but i’d rather download just f+cking steam
so icy wopmann, you can’t touch me, if you do, your fingers sting
b+tch, i got a couple hundreds, and you know my diamonds bling
shawty dance on me, and you know that b+tch attached to my strings
would’ve wore the prp’s, but i just threw lean on my jeans
rip my little whoadie, he took pills with ketamine
i don’t even close my eyes, seen the devil in my sleep
sell my eyesight, here you look, you ain’t seen what i seen
man, my mind infiltrated, i’m never faded
if you talk f+cking crazy, you gеt levitated
the glock sеventeen, n+gga, but i’m not a rapist
when i hit his f+cking block, no one could save him
and the beef can’t be over till he on the pavement
patient, waiting, hopped out on him, bop, bop, bop, like a jamaican
had to cut some n+ggas off, ’cause it got flaky just like dandruff
dandruff, n+ggas dangerous, can’t have a n+gga around you like that
and you smiling
but i can see through the crack in your t++th is filled with envy, n+gga
ritual experiences, n+gga lied, he looked like he just want to k!ll me, n+gga
hating n+gga, better not turn your eye on that n+gga, ’cause he like scream
close your eyes, that n+gga gon’ try to stab you in your spleen
backstabbing ass n+gga, we already know what we got to do with your kind
destroy everybody that don’t got the same brain thinking as mine
i want to call the n+ggas that shot 50 cent in his sh+t like nine times
i want to tell them that, “y’all suck, motherf+cker”
y’all would’ve needed like nine more motherf+cking nines
i just got into beef with every n+gga, i’ma need nine more nines
your shooter just got into beef
you was fighting with that blower like mind no mind
them n+ggas just instagram trolling
so i’m not even gon’ pay that boy, nevermind
i would’ve back then when i was broke, you should’ve picked a better time
when i brought the shooters, i be about the racks out like it’s cheddar time
b+tch ass n+gga, i don’t even got more rhymes for your b+tch ass, ha+ha

- cacnea spike thug 37 lyrics

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