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eskiip - bars of death lyrics

[eskiip]

eskiip and ox n-gga we don’t play
pushing out weight err day
cuff yo’ chick, before she, give that oral forplay

dirty b-tch throw, her out like a tissue
give her dope d-ck 1 time screaming out i miss you
eskiip b-tch, heres a tissue

wipe my kids up off ya face
white stuff i ain’t talking bout tooth-paste

glock make you jump, kris cross, shoe lace
girl gripping on my piece
while im busting on her bobbies [ahhhh]

who’s he, n-gga that eskiip
rhyming on beat

i like, a freak in the streets
a freak in the sheets

do what ever, cause im a real n-gga
a trill n-gga from virginia thou

so i gotta keep it trill for
all my hood n-ggas, and my good looking women

down with me since the beginning
ain’t tryna hop on deck when im making millions

eskiip and ox n-gga we the realest
fa-f-ck ya feelings

getting that green and the cabbage
you know that i’mma spend it

see this real sh-t, its real raw and it’s real rap
i know some n-ggas that claim they from the streets but never seen or bust a strap

all my n-ggas got choppas like biker club
get tampons ready if you want war
you leaking blood, im the sh-t, toilet bowl. eskiip the new bomb c4

you never touch keys n-ggas, c-note
rewind that, and go deep back, im different from these other cats

cut from a different cloth, you don’t live what you rap n-gga, that fiction [huh]
im what the games been missing
yall the bgc club all b-tches

snapbacks, give a n-gga fresh looks
im fly balling westbrookes

punchlines hitting like a right hook
money thick, something like a textbook

ox gang nothing above that
rapping all the time cause you know a n-gga love that

i can make it rain
b-tch but i make it flood b-tch
but it’s like snow, cause i gotta shovel it

im back in this b-tch once again
swagga mean, has no friends

eyes red, veins of the devil advocate
racks on racks im stacking it

eskiip murding this beat
ya wife i beat it, young mike jackson
deep in the p-ssy, so im laughing

-ss so fat, so i gotta grab it
smack it, smashed it, p-ss it off to ox gang so he kan hit it

n-ggas copy style that g-y boii
got my own style im original

eskiip k!lling yall funeral. eskiip im signing out

[ox]
it’s slaughter house but its word of mouth
lyrics like sh-lls so ima load the rounds
n-ggas spittin stupid so ima loan the rounds
sending n-ggas up cause i don’t hold em down
i ain’t f-ckin with yah n-ggas yah some real snakes
actin in doc-mentries that’s real fake
but i betchu ain’t get it tho
sinking it might take a min tho
you a real dumb n-gga stuck on how come n-gga
real d-ck head don’t know how it work n-gga
yous a clown to a n-gga court jester
envy the crown on a n-gga
im the best of
any n-gga you might compare me too
chast-ty belt im unf-ckwitable
n-ggas spittin shyt somebody else rote
at yah neck sharp words cut throat
oh yea i did it, you start the shyt and i finish

no name to the face when i body bag a n-gga
gone b4 the er no bringing back a niga
no use for a trigger these bar serve his dinner
this verse be the k!lla
never wrote nuttin realla

sh-lls filled em no room for dessert
life on the edge get em pushed for the work
educate a n-gga get a push in his work
give em back to earth
cover em in dirt

- eskiip lyrics

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