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ho99o9 - simon phoenix lyrics

[intro: jpegmafia]
dirty
dirty
huh, whoa

[verse 1: jpegmafia]
i fill those racks, i’m with the gun
cast spells like mage and mystic
i took crackers too, to stizzy’s room
they told me, “pick a noose” (yeah)
i told ’em, “pick a suit”
raid me on the right, you gon’ make me get the troops
m16, same color, our truth
k!llin’ 2pac, ’cause you know i got the troops
young car k, in the booth (yeah)
young fox news with the noose (yeah)
i see hicks, i shoot (brrt)
my rifle got -ss like hoops (who?)
fell in love with it, i can never leave my house without the strap, uh
my rifle got an -ss on it (wow)
sh-t d-ck, girl, n-gg- make a p-ss on it
i’ma k!ll a politician, put a bag on it
but if i catch you, i whip, put a gag on it
chopper with a d-ck and a flag on it
barrel in his face, they gon’ have to put a bag on ’em (bruh)
b-tch i’m in your bushes, and i smell that good–ss cookin’
you gon’ make me kick your door in, f-ck your house
i wish i could save yo, mercy me, that’s not my flavor
i’m gon’ have to marvin g-ye a pig for clout

[verse 2: eaddy and jpegmafia]
national visa (nasty)
please hand me my reefer
send news to my beeper
double park with that heater, uh
smokin’ dope with the reaper
blazin’ out the two-seater
duckin’ pigs and the preacher
lookin’ like i don’t need you

[verse 3: theogm]
i done hit the gas, lookin’ like i crashed, in the air
fallin’ out the sky, landed on a house full of bears
i’m a wolf, you a b-tch, singin’ death, when i grip
she was made for this d-ck, you was made for this cliff
telephone park with the red lights
k-9 bark, and it’s getting too bright
all black with the mask, 32 stripe
ten team with me and they ready to fight
boom, watch y’all clear out the room
cop k!ller law, so they comin’ for you
hack the code, breach the system
four, three, two, one
bodies deep, rest in peace
h-ll on earth, lyin’ off the edge with no respect for the pigs
get your tail for deads
heavy with the play, nick name johnny cage
feel the wrath of the blast, increase the murder rage
russian roulette, yuh, sorry, one, two, three

- ho99o9 lyrics

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