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illmac - cocaine blunts lyrics

[intro: milc]
milc
wolf side, load b gang
illmac
chase what’s happening?
blanco
uh

[verse 1: milc]
i’ll be the last time they open the books
my role models smoke chewy, sprinkle coke in the kush
at overlook looking over the jux
this sound like fiends banging dope in they foot
my brain fried wolf side all gentrified
numb to all the pain i’m desensitized
incentivized, going for the f+ck sh+t
just crabs in a bucket, who i’m stuck wit’
everyone got a yeeky now, who gon’ up it?
everyone rap about the million, who gon’ touch it?
i’m different yeah yeah, that’s what they all say
my engineer mix a lot, my posse on broadway
to k!ll a mockingbird, her p+ssy taste like agave
blanco tryna be the next rico suave
on a off day, i light it up like luka doncic
nextel booming since thunder was the supersonics
we gon’ hit these l!cks, i’m not gon’ hold my tongue
torpedo, they made you hold the gun when the police come
i just rap about the town me and the homies from
get on tracks with illmac and give ‘em bars like onlyone
chudda muddah made a slap, got dust in the cut
i’m stuck in a rut
you still not, f+cking wit’ us
d+cking down the white girl, i ain’t busting a nut
i’m cutting the drugs i’m up, getting ducats a must
lazy eye, like biggie in the coogi shirt
ugly+ass white boy, let the money make her coochie squirt
‘fore i rhyme i smoke a loosie first
and drop a jewel in they head like lil uzi vert
blanco
[interlude: illmac[
ay
667 kult sh+t, one above
it’s a short drive on i+5
yeah
ay, ay

[verse 2: illmac]
going super saiyan, spirit bomb on ‘em sipping angel’s bathwater spirits cheer me on
y’all keep keeping portland weird, i’m gone
bullets bigger than gheorghe mureșan
this feeling electric, trust my gut like a tesla, it never steered me wrong
charcuterie off the carving board
i glide across the beat like house shoes on a marble floor
rappers crying, ain’t made a list in this city
y’all ass, but even bangbros offered iggy a milli
feel like low+top lugz and a fubu flexfit
ramen noodle breakfast
different leagues, adjust the shooter metrics
book me for a battle well sh+t, i can’t refuse a deathwish
got me penning a body like voodoo hexes, uh
from the north i played the bench and the backdrop
if i’m not the best i’m the mascot
got popped and put the connect in a bad spot
had to hustle long as i had debt left like, schrempf wit’ the flat+top
left the city, finally got a bag
sniff an addy through a rolled+up benji i forgot i had
feel like ill gates, dealing weight
north like, milc and brilly, wait
cross interstate it’s ill, vinnie, capes
bro going through it, he’ll be straight, feel like bape, going really ape
all them friendly smiles can’t conceal the hate
concealed semi let it sing, i tune the auto but it’s still pitchy
dogwater and hpno, that bill bixby
can’t be guilty i don’t feel any
turned south park off ‘cause kyle and stan ain’t do sh+t when they k!lled kenny
only the real wit’ me
and f+ck crying over spilled milk, milc only cry over spilled henny, it’s illy

- illmac lyrics

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