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$chlick – remain$ lyrics

[verse 1. $chl!ck]
razorblade on my wrist
razorblade on my b+tch
pull up on my f+ckin haters they always bumpin my sh+t
$chl!ck is who i am
so nate you better sit down
cuz when i blow imma rock the show
and yo’ ass is finna get drowned
drowned all from my pendants
that sh+t worth more than your pension
and when i go to spit on the mic
you can really feel the tension
of that blade across yo throat
cuz what i want is yo soul
and im k!lling you with every word and now you feelin real slow
slow yo b+tch is a hoe, she been chasing all my dough
right after i spark the blunt she got her panties on the floor
so now the room smelling like smoke
and my d+ck all in her throat, b+tch you know we from the south and we dont play no more, you can’t f+ck with my st++ze
these hollowtips so clean, you be all in my f+ckin comments b+tch go follow your dream, i remember when you texted me all askin for a feat, like id ever do that you can go suck on my d
im feeling something like bones, im runnin up in yo home
first off imma beat yo ass and if yo girl scream she gone, but she wanna gimme that dome, and she really feelin my flows
got some ash all on my shirt so if you want some weed then lets go

[verse 2. lil wretched]
lets go
i ain’t even breakin down the buds no mo
take a whole nug roll it up just blow
still strung out on the drugs though hoe
keep a lil dust for the sl+ts bro knows
i ain’t even trippin mane i stay ten toes
stay so high lowkey though
hittin the spot up and burnin this dro
texas jesus thats fosho, [mane]
f+ck yall finna put him in a coffin
burnin red like im august
claim you hard you the softest
playin dead like a possum
devil devil get up off me
never ever gon stop me
yall ain’t finna block my shine
all these bustas wanna jock my rhymes
ride my wave and stop my grind
but you can’t do it like me
l+i+l w+r+e+t+c+h+e+d thats me
straight up g from m+o+c+i+t+y
goin for three but i might drive in and take flight
off the rip gotta roll roll roll get high
f+ck a b+tch f+ck a snake f+ck the lames and f+ck the fakes
f+ck the fame i want the cake
mane i need the bread
shut yo mouth less you givin me head
misdemeanor b+tch take a fed
off the [?] bad b+tch with the dreads
ion even need it but she suck it right
eyes roll back when im layin the pipe
f+ck the b+tch then im back to the motherf+ckin streets i dont need a wife [yuh]

- chlick lyrics

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