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k!ng slvm - friday the 13th lyrics

[intro]
gi+gi+girl next door
wash your lips

[verse 1: k!ng slvm]
i keep a glock and my glock keep a d+ck
bullets are hot like a fire was lit
sawgunning your neck and get shot in yo’ sh+t
calling my llama now watch that hoe spit
i drop bombs like osama, my humor is sick
and i carry that chop, put a dot on that b+tch
cause you come to my spot, n+gga, you can get hit (fa fa fa)
and they can’t play me, playstation
but they hate on me like satan
pull up with foenem like f+ck is you saying
like he saw the devil, his heart started racing
glock spit on yo’ ass, don’t say sh+t
you a p+ssy and my bullets penetration
me and my cuzzo cut sh+t up like jason
tell that boy shut up and leave his ass wasted
you can catch a hundred rounds
talk sh+t and we hunting you down
leave yo’ ass bl++dy, he painted the ground while we move in silence not making a sound
my n+ggas savage, you n+ggas is clowns
no i take it back, my n+ggas is hounds
run in yo’ spot, we looking for pounds
acquire that bag and we airing it out

[chorus: k!ng slvm]
mac 10, loaded glock
fully automatic chop
we want smoke like “where the pot”
you n+ggas just there to rot
mac 10, loaded glock
fully automatic chop
we want smoke like “where the pot”
you n+ggas just there to rot

[verse 2: zotiyac]
man, these n+ggas just here so they rot
upping that .5, get hit with them dots
he ran outta time, his sh+t gettin’ clocked
i ain’t socking on n+ggas, get knocked out yo’ socks
boy, you say my name, look left and then right
he say the wrong name, he get left at the light
k!ll you and yo’ b+tch, she got left with yo’ life
said it was on sight, brought the vector new sights
head get put on ice, but the revenue nice
legs gettin’ knocked off, leave him there a few nights
pick up what n+gga, i cut it and blow yo’ ass down in the name of my brother
we hit the stain, make yo’ brain look like gushers
candy paint, pull up and paint all the suckers
flaming, i’m aiming, i shoot, caron butler
it’s only gon’ murk you, it won’t make yo’ tougher (b+tch!)
holdin’ that chop like a mother hold kids
toting that gl!ck, let yo’ brother hold this
gave that hoe back, i ain’t lovin’ no b+tch
come in the trap and she suckin’ on d+ck
my choppa love me, i’m tuckin’ on it
say he want war, then i’m tuckin’ on it
say he want smoke, how i puff out that b+tch
he think i’m hoe till i bust out that b+tch

- kng slvm lyrics

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