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$cult - bl!cky$ lyrics

aye, i’m doing this rap sh+t for real
f+ck wit your b+tch and i’m taking a pill
molly and xaxn’s what is the deal
i’m looking for a thrill
adrenaline rush just hit my bloodstream
green laser beam
pointed at your forehead and now you is f+cking dead
when i f+cking shot my glock
at your mother f+cking spot on the other f+cking block
you is dead on the spot, yuh, and you ain’t coming back
body six feet deep where i f+cking creep with my .38
aye, made you go to sleep cuz i had to reap your soul up
ah sh+t, hol up, gotta pack my bowl up smoking all this green
smoking all the packs
i got all these mother f+cking rackz
aye, sipping on my p+ss it’s so potent it could make you f+cking die
so much lean in my p+ss it could make you f+cking cry
aye, why you f+cking rye bread
when there’s white and there’s wheat
f+ck with your b+tch and shes sucking on my meat
forreal this time you think i’m lacking always stabbing my back
you think it’s gon do something forreal this time

never slipping never slacking always going right here pistol packing
on the block big sh+t big glock shot my mother f+cking bl!cky
on the big spot, got a red dot pointed at your forehead
green beam sh+t is so mother f+cking clean oh sh+t
and there’s lean in my p+ss f+cking codine with a mother f+cking miss
, yuh, mother f+cking miss when i pull up with that sh+t
then i shoot you with the bl!ck, bl!cky$

- cult lyrics

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