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illfightyou – gertrude lyrics

[verse 1: khris p]
yo, we taking sips of the devil’s p-ss, twisting up angel’s breath
breathing counters of cotton mouth, cop oxy’s and slang again so there it is
i f-ck broads and large broads in backyards of allstars
definition of khris p
listen to ice cube and spitting the ice t
mixed it with light fuel now i’m premium gasoline
93 – i’m whipping it wicked so what’s the business?
big body beeping at b-tches cause i can’t whistle
you heard it from a distance on how i dis em and ditch em
allying a dame, no games, treat her tricking
i’m tipping and sipping on lean till my life turns tip
and i’m flipping and sticking these b-tches till it shrivel up my d-ck
it a’int big, but b-tches say i work it like a boss
bought me a choice of chains coordinating when i floss
now my neck on nectarine for a stone cold summer
3:16 skully on, b-tch i’m stone cold stunting

[hook] x2
what up gertrude? i know you heard the news
them boys back in town, mother f-ck them county blues
them boys back in town, mother f-ck them county blues
them boys back in town, mother f-ck them county blues

[verse 2: evergreenone]
aye, yo, i murdered out my whip the color of y’all nutella
cutting up and a down the block, suicide bomb coach-lla
get the f-ck back i touch stacks crushin’ my suit wellin’
mobbing 30 f-cking deep and i’m always rooting for the villain
yeah i ride with ugly mob and a hillbilly name billybob
billy club a city cop cause that’s the f-cking sh-t we on
please don’t take my photo, cause i’m really antisocial
i hate the f-cking popo’s when i’m ridding dirty, bucking through your streets, b-tch
monster on the beat, goon, goblin, i’mma creep
punch you in the t–th, got the burner up yelling f-ck peace
its illfightyou stick the blade up inside you
provide you with real life nightmares for y’all to pray to
i blaze through burn bridges, break booze bottles
burn stolen rubber on that brand new motorcycle
hold the rifle tight like i’m rolling blunts so watch your head
illfightyou is the name and i’m sending you lames death threats

[hook]

[verse 3: ugly frank]
aye, yo, i keep that 40 on me hardly catch me slipping dog
i speak in oragami when that mollly got me twisted
probably caught me whispring at your b-tch and now she missing
its that n-gga pistol packed backpack witcha
mad black whip him with that black gat lift him up beat hard so that off ripping through his back pack n-gga
so cold that i can call in all your b-tches know how the f-ck you feel me i can hardly f-cking feel myself
i keep waking up to b-tches that i barely know and harvey told me “n-gga, it’s no tricking if they barely hoes”
hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, murder, money. i coughed the whip and dawg your b-tch is going insure for me
party in and [?] spilled it on the b-tches army boots and turtle necks my clique about the business woah
dope trouble through my hood c0ke smuggle throwback hustle you know that young’em in the struggle was raw
i’m so rough around the edges you ain’t f-cking with me
under a buck and 50 brutalize your f-cking city
city sl!ck a n-gga off then on a come up tumble through your pockets make yo mama do the nun-chuck
chucky norris give up his department when i run up
run up in your castle make your goddess give the c-nt up
runner up some f-cking ho was on my nuts i lift my b-lls and you can hardly pick your tounge up aye look

[hook]

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