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corduroy handgun - emergency crisis lyrics

[hook]
emergency crisis, i sold my white b-tch to isis (x4)

[verse 1: argent]
tackle a b-tch, spill all my hi-c
f-ck my life, i know they don’t like me
corrupt print all on my white tee
resell for the hypebeasts, like high school, only high b’s
chanel on my white b-tch and that’s with three k’s or three c’s
ima punch a b-tch in her ovaries
that’s bimmer boy, do you see the keys?
that sh-t white, gon’ match my keys
she got bl–dy money, she got bl–dy knees, she got my skeet all in her t–th
she wanna be a chef so she beating meat, all this sh-t at the meet and greet
ima ship the b-tch overseas, c-m in her tummy, that’s organic skeet
like flower boy, ima drop the seed, always been a goblin, never f-cked with bees

[hook]
emergency crisis, i sold my white b-tch to isis (x4)

[verse 2: divineboyjesus]
slit her f-cking throat if she try to leave me
say she miss her family, she try beg and plead me
you ain’t going nowhere b-tch, don’t you try to stop me
make her slop me, send the video to her whole family
i am the public enemy, can’t match this n-gga’s energy
several cases of blasphemy, making money off these obscenities
n-ggas don’t know where i’m at
smoking on some f-cking crack (that crack)
pull up on a p-ssy cac, give my 40 acres back
i am the blackkklansman, smoking on that jasmine
corrupt til i vanish, d-mn them n-ggas nasty

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