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comethazine - hench mafia* lyrics

[intro]
it’s hench mafia, b-tch
b-tch, it’s hench mafia
[?] ak-47
b-tch–ss n-gg-s

[chorus]
b-tch, it’s hench mafia, i spot him, then i drop him, bruh
face in the guillotine, chop his head, i slice him up (c’mere)
b-tch, i always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh
nice with the speech, spittin’ knowledge like a bible
but the lord cannot save you

[verse]
send the preacher’s son to the grave, too
harsh, but f-ck it, pop told me to smoke ’em if them boys playin’
if they snitchin’, i choke ’em, get hit for tryna say who
them hench mafia n-gg-s reckless, don’t want know what they do
ship the rockets out here from texas, you can tell how they shoot
pockets skinny, look at him [?], he forgot to eat breakfast
fed that n-gg- some texas coast, this texas tec to his nose
embroidered baw$kee on a hoodie, not no regular clothes
and all my b-tches are 10s, these not no regular hoes
i blow so much dope and boy, this not no regular smoke
xd up in my pocket, “du-du-du-du-du” and he gone
ain’t nothin’ changed, b-tch, i still feel right when i do wrong
it’s one change, just the paper, it was short, now it’s long
the one witness was the neighbor, now that nosy b-tch gone

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