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kill bill: the rapper – ghost lyrics

[sample]
[?]
watch out!

[verse 1: crimewave]
f-ck the internet, these p-ssy n-gg-s don’t know
a n-gg- be out here just k!llin’ these shows
and sellin’ these clothes, and f-ckin’ the hoes, you already know
and b-tch on the low, i roll with some n-gg-s who sellin’ that dope
me and my n-gg-s got [?] lookin’ like a crew
wearin’ all black, n-gg-s know how the f-ck we do
creepin’ through the town with [?]
me and my n-gg- [?]
but we got our own twist when we spit this sh-t
now, every f-ckin’ n-gg- want a piece of this
[?] tryin’ too hard to rub my d-ck
now y’all n-gg-s finna ride with my f-ckin’ clique
4716, n-gg- that’s a set
we gon’ k!ll the f-ckin’ game, n-gg- that’s a bet
n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t, sos on your head
swing on sight, n-gg-, you gon’ end up f-ckin’ dead

sos on your head
swing on sight, n-gg-, you gon’ end up f-ckin’ dead
(x2)

[verse 2: jinzo the trap lord]
dimensions all twisted and mangled 26
this holo card switchin’ different angles
star sign on the bottom, b-tch i’m rare as i wanna be
fit to be the best, i couldn’t care what you want from me
hoe, i’m straight [?] off the blanca
exo demon fingertips grippin’ on the genre
pixelated palm trees with a 5th of vodka
first they wanna hate, now they can’t wait to f-ckin’ jack ya
beat that p-ssy proper, f-ck her ’til the sun’s up
drop another tape so they can’t say that it was dumb luck
i’m in the f-ckin’ tundra, listenin’ to 3pac
smokin’ on some sh-t that get me higher than some knee socks
b-tch, i’m [?] watch her mouth for the [?]
dumb sack of weed so loud that it’s clippin’
f-ck around and dip underground like a diglett
feelin’ like a god, i just found life’s dipswitch
i’m frickin’ sick as a b-tch, it’s not a problem
takin’ sh-t lickedisplit, it’s not an option
i’m high up as [?] gets, i’m off the margine
and, b-tch, i’m really livin’ this sh-t, i’m not just talkin’

- kill bill the rapper lyrics

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