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luci4 – (sigilkore) markz get rekt lyrics

[verse 1]

don’t+don’t+don’t+don’t b+tch [?]
i f+ck wit’ bloods n+gga, i f+ck wit’ drugs n+gga
i f+ck wit’ bloods n+gga, i f+ck wit’ drugs n+gga
i fu+fu+fu+f+ck with bloods n+gga, i f+f+f+f+ck wit’ drugs n+gga
i get yo’ guns n+gga, you better not run n+gga (jewelxx)
run+run n+gga i’m smoking runtz n+gga
i am your god, i ain’t gonna lie n+gga
ion like your kind, n+gga
don’t come outside, n+gga (lil b+tch)
bro want his own, n+gga (want his own)
you want this chrome, n+gga? (want this chrome?)
my b+tch is flown, n+gga
your money gone, n+gga
aggin emas eht t’nia uoy ,aggin gnab [?]

[verse 2]

you still a lame n+gga, lon feel no pain n+gga
you still a lame n+gga, lon feel no+ feel no pain n+gga
you want a+
[?] lrig
my n+ggas merkin’ sh+t
he on that purple sh+t, he on that workin sh+t
i f+ckin’ hurt the b+tch
400 for a zip
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew, pew)
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew)
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew)
b+tch i’m him, i’m him him
i got blue strips, it’s a [?] b+tch
i k!ll k!ll (k!ll k!ll)
my lips sealed (lips sealed)
my pints sealed (pints sealed)
i always [?]
i got feins wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
i got keys wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
thugs wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
[?] pistol whipped, i got guns wit’ me (brrah)
i might get yo head knocked by my lil n+gga (bah)
my b+tch from the burbs, i’m a hood n+gga (gang)
ion care if that’s yo mans, he ain’t good wit’ me (what?)
white b+tch do it cra+
if it ain’t+ if it ain’t+ if it ain’t bout no money n+gga ion deal wit’ it (huh?)
if it ain’t bout no money, closed ears n+gga (shhh)
this [?] you lil small ass guy
n+ggas hoes ain’t cut, had to cut all [?]
pick a mothaf+ckin’ side [?]
[hook]

count money all day, i ain’t neva gettin tired (brrr)
count money all day, neva+neva gettin tired (brrr)
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the+
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the+
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the strap
ion speak on dead n+ggas but f+ck you’re a jack
i’m good in every hood, cause i’m slatt
ain’t no rapper n+gga, i’m a maniac [?]

[verse 3]

[?] had a white tee on, it’s vlone
and i still [?] that ho
spent rent on [?]
i got 99 problems n+gga, never been a ho
i got 99 .223s left in my [?]
p+ssy n+gga hoes when they be alone (what?)
p+ssy n+gga hoes when they be alone
p+p+p+p+ssy n+gga hoes when they be alone (what?)
why you n+ggas hatin’, what’s really on?
your n+gga talkin’ brazy, what the f+ck he on?
just a lame ass n+gga in a tombstone
what the f+ck i look like beefin’ wit’ a bunch of tw+ts? (huh?)
ain’t sh+t but a scummy b+tch, he a mess ([?])
i pull up in the benz, the latest one
get up off your ass, you lil lazy bum

- luci4 lyrics

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