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greysin - fight muzik lyrics

[verse 1: greysin]

young and i’m driven
don’t make the wrong decision
talking all this sh-t, bro
you must not like living
your life’s basic
my life’s complex full of hatred
rollin like i’m datin’
jobbed up droppin’ choppers
i’m not a shooter
just a white b-tch off a pill
i say what i want
and give a f-ck what you feel
everything i touch i k!ll;
hands of god
i’ll do the dirty work
sh-t i’ll peel you for my family
then p-ss you down to preston
not sh-t to society
my way of thought is not accepted
been this way for a minute
i’ll never change, sh-t just accept it
and go about your day, don’t believe what i say
i’m a liar and a cheater
sleep with a meat cleaver
kitchen knife in my pillow
get split like a reillo
make the right choices
or i’m slashin’ where your voice is
blood from your neck
cut you like a f-ckin’ check
evilprettyboyz, young sears
spread fear, disappear
in mid air, i hope you’re scared
i’m an angel, i’m a demon
to me your life has no reason
why the f-ck you even breathing
leave this p-ssy bleedin’
drippin’, your skin rippin’
cuz you were trippin
heard my rappin sh-t
and didn’t like what i was spittin’
decided to speak
got me cuttin out your t–th
and i’m slicing up your tongue
sh-t, i do this sh-t for fun
i’m a god, i’m the pope
with the o’s tucked up in my cloak
trappin aftermath
come and grab you a bag
the dirty priest
i got you 33 for the 80
all my b-tches love me and i love my ladies
i’m hardcore i said i boo how i’m in your b-tch
i’m too rude, i’m too high to even give a f-ck
young grey’s; greysin
evilprettyboyz
straight blaze to the face
and your spinal cord

[intro: mglla grlla]

it’s magilla guerilla m-th-f-cka
i’m the rawest there ever was b-tch

[verse 2: mglla grlla]

blast you off the front porch
boiling oil pour it on you
now you’re covered in boils
i’m spoiled
i’m rich as f-ck
money money money
never get enough
b-tch i look like i’m worth a million bucks
bricks, bells, pounds comin’ in by the truck
choppin on blade
and i’m spinnin them bruh
i’m white but i’m rawer than eminem, bruh
you sweet as cinnamon, bruh
always burnin’ trees
sick like a disease
soon as i meet your b-tch
she get down on her knees
shove it down her throat
until she couldn’t breathe
foamin at the mouth
and then she started to seiz
i don’t give a f-ck about a godd-mn ho
i’ll kick in your door
and leave your corpse on the floor
my life’s such a bore
that’s why i pop pills
lean, x, c0ke, acid’s how i get my thrills

- greysin lyrics

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