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lilcockpump – reptilian lyrics

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[intro]
go to h-ll
maxo

[verse 1: lilc-ckpump]
put a bullet through your head, like, mind blown
lil c-ck f-ckin’ with you, like i’ve been cloned
e.t. on your b-tch, how i phone home
i mean home phone, b-tch, i am a flex zone
tryna transcend, but these people hatin’
and i see how these people be snakin’
slitherin’ in this b-tch, but i’m breakin’
all these walls down, now these people wakin’
now the urge shakin’, now it’s breathtakin’
f-ck a hand shakin’, i’m money makin’
i am seein’ profits, n0body stoppin’
all these hours clockin’, yeah, b-tch, i am a profit
c-ck cult in this b-tch, like, yurr
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, like, durr
i am a r-t-rd in this b-tch, skrt-skrt
and now i’m makin’ money fast like it work-work
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with this b-tch ’cause she a flirt-flit
and all this clout splashin’ on me, like squirt-squirt
and now i’m cuttin’ all these people like a jerk-jerk
yeah, you caught me in the dungeon, yeah, i’m straight chillin’
all these people lookin’ at me like a m-ss villian
in they eyes, i ain’t right, like a reptilian
i ain’t stop all this music ’til i make a million
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with these b-tches like they did a murder (go to h-ll)
b-tches, they hatin’, they baby, they gerber
new world order, like f-ck the system
c-ck not fallin’, c-ck not listenin’
got my ears to the ground so i ain’t missin’
but i’m on a mission, so it’s f-ck the system
i’ma get my lil c-ck boy, yeah (maxo)
pump ’til i die, i’ma get high, no pro-bo, bro
can’t stop my grind, no h0m-

[verse 2: lil tree stump]
comin’ in bummy, like a hobo
is the earth flat? sh-t, i really hope so
see ’em smilin’ with a mouth full of gold
stolen from all across the coast
government still movin’ in all the dope
people don’t question it, they still gon’ smoke
i’m broke, what, so- woah
so young but so old
all the bread [?]
gl-ss is empty, now it’s half full
go ahead and call me an -ssh0l-
like trump, i’ma grab a handful
where two ghosts come through on the bowl
a lot of faces that love to shoot a bowl
i’m tellin’ you the truth, look at their eyes when they’re closed
they’re reptilians, cold blooded
c-cold blooded, find them creepin’ at where the sun at
i ain’t no dummy, one finger, one thumby
that’s a “f-ck you!”
mad cause i’m tellin’ the truth
i’m sippin’ a brew, look at the sky just waitin’ on a nuke
while this rare poison to the youth
and rum cover ups on the news
the bigger the lie, the slower the truth

[outro]
maxo
go to h-ll



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