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illfightyou – 92 lyrics

[verse 1: evergreenone]
rap’s dead and i don’t give a f-ck
mom and dad was always gettin’ high, it’s why i live it up
people think i’m angry, i just rap about the realest stuff
if you ain’t talkin’ about no money, please don’t hit me up
please don’t mix me up to be no chump, i’ll be the first to f-ck you up
frank’s p-ss drunk, khris on the drums, we on the up and up
big blunts get rolled, show money gets blown
west coast in my blood, b-tch, that’s all i know
all my folks, all my homies, all my people
keep it lethal when we hold the weapon
hangin’ out the chevy, engine revvin’
all i’m reppin’ is mo’f-ckas i’m runnin’ with
play this in your tape c-ssette, guarantee they gon’ love this sh-t
b-tch, shut my eyes and zone out
got the mind of a k!ller, my dukes up, we can go rounds
yup, i’m young and steady mobbin’ too
shoot the f-ckin’ king, wear the crown, y’all need something new
catch me on the move, shotty full, gimme loot
gin and juice got me leanin’ when i walk, y’all can’t fill these shoes
walk a f-ckin’ mile with me, scuffin’ up my griffey’s, get your face cut
grew up with my grandma where hammer’s smokin’ that a-1
ayo, it takes more than just a pair of jordans
matchin’ with that outfit to feel important
get a f-ckin’ life, y’all bore me, i’m boardin’ my plane
eyes red, pills blue, bet i got the baddest crew, thickest chain
i land in reno, hit casinos up, i let it ride
been advised to go to school, but f-ck ’em i like gettin’ high
p-ssin’ people off is what i do, i pick and choose
y’all foolish if you think i’m takin’ less than two stacks
rack me out, i want my f-ckin’ money, i pop bottles of bubbly
i’m playin’ gin rummy, chillin’ with my grandma-ma

[verse 2: ugly frank]
yo, you f-ckin’ with a stoned-face-k!lla, pedal powder, twist the sour
load my weapon up and handle business it’s the realest out of
anywhere these n-ggas make a k!llin’, hit my n-gga thomas
told him if he seen that n-gga, clip him, n-gga, split his noggin
knockin’ down you n-ggas, knockin’ up yo’ b-tches, hit the clinic
‘nother murder, give a f-ck about your feelings
i’m that n-gga that you heard of that be runnin’ up in buildings
got my bottle and the burner, ugly n-gga with some issues
issue me a warrant, i’ll pay my bail with a pistol
pistol whip the warden, i’m crazy, dangerous, mental
mentally deformed watchin’ p-rno filmin’ a p-rno
finish up and hit your corner up bangin’ flames at your rental
rollin’ in an all black tahoe 4 from fallow, dawg
it really isn’t nothin’, the box was sold in that pothole
smoke a pound of pot, get my drop at the villa largo
it’s the villain in the flesh prolly flex your b-tch at my condo
condo gettin’ played, got my weight, i’m thinkin’ of movin’
got the baddest b-tches sniffin’ up yayo in a jacuzzi
hit a couple bumps h-lla faded wavin’ a uzi
i’m jaded, n-gga, i’m jaded, i pray this sh-t is a movie
scoopin’ up a yellow bone, game a b-tch in person
f-ck a cella’ phone, prolly popped your b-tch up at the wedding holmes
homie, you ain’t know me, p-ssy n-gga give me room
runnin’ h-lla hoes, heavy since i slipped up out the womb
wound bandage wrapped around my b-tch’s body, t-tties new
so that through your city, bandin’ b-tches p-ssin’ on your tomb
tombstone a b-tch n-gga if he slippin’, think i’m ‘lone
i got the baddest b-tches, livin’ like the gymnast, i’mma bone her
bone sn-tcher, soul crusher. kickin’ cold language
at my n-ggas takin’ heat, the po-po piglets tried to touch us
blood money, blood brothers, n-gga. cl!ck, cl!ck
chika-chika, boom-boom, blaka, st-t-t-t-stutter, mo’f-cka, bang

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