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kitomi - slug'21 lyrics

[verse 1]
spit ill+er than make a wish+er
n+ggas tryna cop and feel her
tryna sniff her like she the dealer
nah, man, you gotta be richer and k!ller
because you cannot gas a b+tch and just not fill her
anyway, took a flight out to la
b+tches my kids, destiny like kelly  i mean what
i’m saying while they on they back laying  i’m the girl to go get money like biggie
he say he love my rap voice, rich n+gga, got my lap moist
ball more than them wives, let me tap royce
listen to them n+ggas lyin’ with they cap voicе
try some funny sh+t, them bullets makе you dance like them tap boys
n+ggas p+ssy, call ’em mr. b+tches
i’m not riley but i can act funny like skits is
not miley but i could rip tracks like it’s stitches
yeah, they be wylin’ when i go post my pictures
switch the flow like the pad don’t fit
they know i’m so bad ’cause i’m so misfit
they so low, so sad, they so hisfit
tryna steal my style like they stole this fit
they tryna be slug but it ain’t workin’
for certain b+tches stay bitin’ and it’s hurtin’
n+ggas more p+ssy than them hoes in them skirts, and
meanwhile, i’m goin’ black like it’s urban (what the f+ck?)
[verse 2]
never gave a f+ck, been celibate, they got me h+lla bent
came back wantin’ war like taliban
got my groove back, where’s stella?
wrist froze, where’s ella?
he better make it rain more than rih’s umbrella
okay, maybe, you could rap measlay
but you still ain’t cold as me, i’m too breez+ay
i been told them hoes i was flyer than delta
been showed i switch flows like some dirty clothes, hamper
dropped flow, k!ll+a, what’s the deal+a?
i’m in some cold fur, chinchilla
you like faux fur, i been realer
i go in like a driller
i’ll check a b+tch mouth like a dentist, open, they need a filler
all these hoes hopin’ i fall off
yeah, they can’t touch me, ain’t no gropin’ at all
all you hoes washed up like you soapin’ the cloth
rap murderer, the cause of why they copin’ with loss
i’m a bad lil’ b+tch, like, what’s up, n+gga?
talk sl!ck, it could go down, like, what’s up, n+gga?
get cabbage, stacked up, you got dumb figures?
then maybe you could chew it up like gum, like a yum snicker
astroworld, y’all done gassed the girl
so like i lift my shirt up, i flashed the world
with these raps that twirl on beats like ballerinas girl
and you sick if thinkin’ that you the seein’ the girl
b+tches never got around to bein’ the girl
so they just some knockoffs, like them vases fell
i’m sittin’ on top of the world, like brandy and mase said
these b+tches been tired more than made beds, b+tch

- kitomi lyrics

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