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crossdatbridge - cemetery piss lyrics

[intro “k!lling them softly”]
so from now on i’m taking my time and that’s all there is to it
i’ve had my last f+ck up. call me thursday, thursday i’ll know
start making trouble. they’re gonna f+cking shoot somebody for christ’s sake and i don’t want that there’s no reason for that you know

[verse 1]
in my darkest times, furthest from allah
i slept in the trap, and i didn’t make salah
take money trap hard, shaytaan in my thoughts
treating idols as gods, astaghfirullah (forgive me)
made people pay me, before they pay zakat
i can say im on deen, can i walk the walk (can i walk)
liquor stain sad scene, on the prayer rug
s+x money murder, never can i get еnough (gimme all that)
took too many bars no i cannot get it up
“you gone kick mе out the crib?” told the thot “yup” (get the f+ck outta here)
got some skittles and a bev out of his tuck
i don’t drink liquor worry bought your own cup (its mine)
outranking all you rookies with no reasoning
i’m bonified hustler cooking with some seasoning (shh)
shoot em in the face then relax for the evening
momma yellin’ at my girl, “what do you see in him?”
make money break bread gotta feed the fish
stay st+rdy keep cool don’t ball your fist
if i’m at that grave site gonna rock a p+ss
just another dead opp taken off the list
never on e my body like a gas tank
still do a homi catch me eyeing both flanks
yo i got this trick tell a ho no thanks
shawty eyes is glazed over and her bootyhole stank
[verse 2]
i just hit the plug bricks up in the jansport
if we need to slide i’m jason statham with the transport
hogtie em up wrists bound leave his hands sore
.40 glock 24 leave him on the d+mn porch
bodies on demand, shoot until your heads a d+mn torch
grab the blade poke him in the stomach leave that man gored
drag em out, stomp him out, watch him hit the d+mn floor
t++th cl!cking as they slide across the god d+mn floor
pick him up and stomp him out again, then demand more
never been the one to make amends, i just send 4
highly trained goons screws loose make ya head sore
knock yo block off we gon really make yo head soar
you should talk less probably get some bread more
keep my chips stacking now a days it’s connect four
tell me what you need yo i got the connects for it
hit em up broad day in a red taurus
whip torched bl!ck tossed got the bread for it
told my shooter time to score then he 10+4 it
f+ck the block watch im the one who make the block hot
the glock a stopwatch press a b+tton get you knocked off
stop running keep them sh+ts coming exit blocked off
f+ck the porch, since a f+ckin youngin i done hopped off
trap jumpin doin’ numbers you could call it hopscotch
got my own soft so that’s how i get my rocks off

- crossdatbridge lyrics

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