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dollbreaker - coffin fit lyrics

verse:
yeah, i make money, i make racks, i make dough
if she want me get her screamin that’s fosho
that f+cker thought that he was buyin for the low b+tch
hold him at the blade tip pass it to my bros, huh

i smoke loud and it put me in a coughin fit
put you in the ground and i don’t care about your coffin fit
the jakes they gonna raid they gonna ask me where the product is
disrespectful f+cker i might p+ss right where your coffin is

got these bands burning holes up in my pockets i can’t hold sh+t
money to my name but it could never make me soulless
f+ckin on that b+tch i break her back she feelin boneless
weapons in the storage i can’t keep em where my home is

the switch it makin me less accurate i might just have to spin again
militia on me, feelin like a minutemen
these rappers paper watchin why you worried bout my dividends
and their friends are f+ckin petty i just pity them

shadow rappers spittin cap like the f+ckers workin at lids
can’t play a song and tell you anything actually that they did
half the f+ckin degens prolly diddling some kids
if the addy gonna drop then im showin up where he live
rise out the gutter n f+ck em all in the face hole
grabbin at the glock n im poppin him in the brain
i’m gettin blood up on my shoes when i hawk him in close sp+ce
if they lookin into me then i know issa closed case
i get that boy on the block n i break him down like a brick
his dna on my designer got blood all over my ricks
movin like a predator hookin him like a fish
got a scope on the barrel you know that i never miss

- dollbreaker lyrics

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