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king bap - talisman lyrics

(verse)
gloves on in the kitchen b-tch i’m boxing pots
pistol hanging off my pants like a pocket watch
all these booger’s in this patek issa lotta snot
i hit the store and get a tech
make em stop the clock
make em shoot a foul
pay my bail and do the race i ain’t doing trial
all my n-gg-s sending shots like a shoot around
b-tch i be in my bag
like i’m moving out
i be jet lagged
going through the clouds
i take the molly out that bag and i chew it down
if that n-gg- want the action
let’s do it now
i gotta mask on my face with that ruger out
like a grenade went blast how that ruger sounds
30 clips for the mags we do rulers now
all my n-gg-s be packing like movers now
all my b-tches be cl-ssy as students now
diamonds colder then russia
my jeweler clowned
b-tch i feel like i’m vladimir putin now
if this b-tch think he fly imma shoot em down
i find out where he stay and i snoop around
got the glick in my waist i got stupid rounds
hit the fifth with silencer
mute the sound
don’t suck d-ck the fire her
move around
need some bricks then we flying to cuba now
i got b-tches that’s wetter then scuba
got that chop round my neck like a tuba
made this b-tch give me like head medusa
she treat my d-ck like a hooka
b-tch i’m so high i be chillin with buddha
on the ceiling with shooter perks in they system
they itching to shoot you
i’m on a mission to get to this mula
rocking this ice i can fill up a cooler
trash the hotel and won’t pay for the damages
f-ck on her face then i’m vanishing
i got mac and a k for the challenges
you gone need more then bandages
b-tch we bout that war like we come from afganistan
b-tch i’m bout sick as a pathogen
if you not a boss you can’t sit with the management
where any f-ck n-gg- trip where his candles lit
he gone be stiff as a mannequin
put cheese on a n-gg- like sandwiches
go call up the beast he uh handle it
i’m ducking 3 hoes a week cause i’m talented

(outro)
i got this gold on my talisman
f-ck on yo hoe at my palace
then pour up a four in a chalice
don’t got no balance
i keep the stick in my hand till it’s callused

- king bap lyrics

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