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l4kami - cult lyrics

trippythakid-verse
trippy the kid got your f-cking b-tch all up on my d-ck
got a couple tabs on my gums up my eye lids
open eyelids to see all the violence
close minded guys watching in silence
hear gun shots and listen to sirens shot

popped in the top had me coughin alot
smokein the crop homegrown in a pot
slow yo roll if you can’t roll oh my god
moon god on the track with the gods of me yo rock
this beat to hot for me to stop can’t stop addicted to the shin dig
red hot on top like yo chick when she ride my big d-ck this sh-t
super fie need sweet tea sweet t please be my guest and bring me my weed please greens leaves most of time and im grinding like muska
tank top i am a hustla no busta rhymin no sama but do as i say be green every day
paid, programming commercial break. ran out of weed so its percs i take
for my family members at works today watch as my life kinda fades away
bring it all back when i smoke the haze, chillin with my villains catching felonies
do what i want and i’ll show you the way my toung is an ak let it get to sprayin
yo b-tch love the way that i rap and i sing not single but we f-ckin and she says its ok

lakami-verse
wise man weiss came looking for a young lord found me levitating like f-ck that ground
came and caught lakami chillin deep within the forest, floating in the backwoods smoking white owls
having blue dreams of a young white widow (widow) screaming til his lungs fell out
puffin on his soul til i blew my cloud n-gga long story long i was on that loud

comin for your honey like i’m winnie the pooh to leave that b-tch with a mouth full giggity goo
breeze through feeling cooler than the lin-que, and never change on a n-gga like shang tsung, new moon
feeling smaller than mushu, headache knockin its torture stomach ache like i committed seppuku knockin a n-gga tooth loose, who sick of my squares doing numbers like sudoku

but from ogre to moloch, i’m armed like a shokaan, stripes of kintaro, fight me or shoot me
64 palms b-tch i’m neji with the hands or you want 64 shots from that uzimaki uzi
open up the manga i ain’t f-ckin with the magazine attackin these n-ggas with a cliche tooly
slaughter my beef then i go to durty heaven with my n-ggas getting high high puffin yami yumi

trippy like the kid be violent and witty fulla haze while i walk through yo sh-t like gojira
swimmin in your b-tch like my d-ck is lil sharkk. then post pics of her cl-t no edit no filter
suck on the t-ts and the cl-t of a godess while her eyes switch colors her pupils chameleon
fresh as a persian who rock it like italy asians today all my b-tches sicilian

- l4kami lyrics

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