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cyssero - intro lyrics

(verse:)
lets talk about it what
cyss will throw the beam guaranteed you wont walk up out it
i aint playing
watch a n-gg- haul -ss for his life when them hollow tips start spraying
cyss is sick, get a grip, when he spit
every verse crack, you get sh-tted on like biggie skit
thoughts of me embedding in you get rid of it
i’m the man, you don’t understand you illiterate
i’m hot as a semi shot, oc, when the semi grip
make him strip naked like he about to go skinny dip
sh-t, beef what you think you about
until i press iron to your shirt, like i’m trying to knock a wrinkle out
grip the steel when sh-t get for real
chop until the clip drop them shots split your grill
i’m dumb nice f–k who you get to spill
because them n-gg-s you think hot will see cyss and chill
i remember night school, couldn’t make it to the cl-ss
i was paper chasing, caking on the ave, making me sum cash
my fiends like ball players because they either shoot or they take it to the gl-ss
44 mag breaking him in half
he a b-tch with a d-ck, you probably take it in the -ss
oh you grind and you work with that work right
until them shotgun pellets jump in your shirt like

blao! you will get murked because i bust and i squirt pipes
oc, you will get popped like the clutch on a dirk bike
i work right, with a half a block
i can lock a block and a half, and half your block
no joke, i smoke gr-ss a lot
that’s why my bars out this world like astronauts
i never had a pop, no father figure
so when its drama my finger recline the trigger
spit rounds, the ground, i’ll put you fellas on it
because the chopper i chop, dont got propellers on it
i’m a young threat, yup
and i’m still b-tt f–king the rap game, and i aint c-m yet
i aint done yet, so let me see something
like uhh yes, i’m just pre c-mming
hold on you see me you see a g coming
we see you we see a flea coming
your wife a sm-t what is all the fronting about
i just get sucked, get f–ked, nut in her mouth
or i can get f–ked, get sucked, nut in her mouth
you be smooching on her lips she be smooching on my d-ck
keep your lips closed i’m quick to grip pistols
spit those, oh you a fighter lets see you get those
i don’t miss foes split those leave him with hit clothes
with 1 nine and 1 trey eight like my zip code

- cyssero lyrics

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