killua the pilgrim – bowl cut lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m just a n+gga with dope (ya)
i really ain’t got no dough (ya)
some of these nights got so cold (ya)
writing these lyrics in bold
[?]
packing that sh+t like a bowl
it never fear so i grow
selling you n+gga’s my hole
ride around with the heat sitting by d+cky call that sh+t a hot dog
dark knight to my city, biting on bity boy i think i’m [?]
got the trap tag hittin’ all in her fendi [?], talkin’ eight ball
we made plays dog, motion coming in like a motherf+cking [?] dog
these n+gga’s think they sl!ck, i’m fl!cker
i get rich, i help my n+gga’s
you get rich, you lose your mentals
sell your phone for couple figures
you ain’t really had no bag, broke ass hoe with a broke ass dad
whole town even broke that’s sad
i got my green than my grass
i got more connects than [?]
fill my sh+t with 91, even my car get better gas
n+gga’s still light up on red, might as well smoke a match
i got rich from sellin’ hope, went bankrupt on all of that
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