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lîl høllöw - new charlotte (remix) lyrics

tips be feelin hollow when i aim at you b-tch, moon rock up in my pocket when i stand in your crib, man i light up on my bong and then i smoke up all the whip, hollow comin break your neck you better bring your best spit, man f-ggots step up on your net you come and chill wit netflix, then i rip up and on a track you come and get your head split, you f-ckin wit some better witt i’m writing all the better sh-t, i pop and leave you deaded kid, and let your body defecate, get hit wit some choppas sh-t sound like chubakka, i smoke up on the dread be k!llin every man no rasta, i hit him wit a fork and turn his organs like he pasta, i f-ck up everybody don’t deny it ima monsta, get f-cked up off a bottle take a sip and then i launch ya, take your b-tch i f-ck her no consensual like ‘father..?’, man i f-ck up all that p-ssy bleedin out no bother, bring her back wit a shock collar, dude i’ve seen sh-t, beads, clips, light up the apartment, man i mean this, i bleed, crips, layin on the carpet, his spleen split, i keep this, or sell it on the market, no p-n-s, gang green it’s, leavin em barfin, my s-m-n, is creepin, deep up in her carc-ss, a g*nius, on venus, with everything i’m sparkin, prophetic, like jesus, the revelation starting, arithmetic, lyric sh-t, i -n-lyze my target, dude you gotta pay wit bitcoin if you wanna see my show, i’m sellin out my flow i bought it on the silk road, man i’m siccen em thinkin i bite that, like homie bring the mic back, you thinkin your gonna be doin it, then i grind and wrap, i’m takin a bit of the bud, and then i turn it to a dab, got your b-tch up on my lap, and everybody hearin that, f-ckin lay her on her back, and then i split your b-tch in half, and then i get her p-ssy wet, and if you actin like vet, then everybody pull a strap, now homie ease up off the gas, and man i’d rather beat his -ss, and i will f-ckin k!ll you cats, and call it takin out the trash, and i was trailer cl-ss, and i’m still better than your -ss, wit all this rappin i’ve surp-ssed, you wanna battle and get bashed? now homie light up on this hash, and i won’t come in rappin fast, untill i’m gettin another breath, i push the smoke up out my chest, and then i spit and flow the rest, and then you dead mother-f-cker, no necro-incest

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