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kill society – nightmare in houston lyrics

(verse : h+llocyka)
stab to yo face got blood up in yo place
got a ar in his crib shot it up and did the race
yeah there’s fire in this b+tch raising h+ll you gon’ pay
like we walked up in this b+tch you better know we do not play
yeah we walked up in this b+tch cutting throats don’t give a sh+t
yeah there’s bullets on my hip ar always gonna hit
yeah these bullets make you dance but you always on my d+ck
yeah you always wanna talk b+tch i don’t give a sh+t

(verse 2: plydough)
everyday i feel f+cked up no i can’t feel sh+t
i got the iron on my hip yeah he get sent to the abyss
all these people talking sh+t but they can suck up on my d+ck
hearing knock knock knock find me creeping in yo crib
i feel like garp in this b+tch the way i hit em with my fist
find me dying at the park i can see the h+ll pit
i got blood on my shoe and i’m rocking like a misfit
i was f+cking on yo b+tch and now i got lipstick on my d+ck

(verse 3: h+llocyka)
yeah i walked up in this b+tch got some fire rasing h+ll
yeah i never been dead in my coffin ringing bells
yeah i dress like a punk yeah it comes with the smell
so i drink another bottle drag me down to h+ll
(verse 4: h+llocyka & plydough)
yeah i heard he wanted beef got a glock on my hip
i get the bag then i dip i don’t care about no b+tch
yeah i don’t give a f+ck you can suck up on my d+ck
yeah f+ck everybody go to sp+ce like i’m rick

- kill society lyrics

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