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ly (lacombe youngins) - kry lyrics

[intro: nat king cole]
smile though your heart is aching
smile even though it’s breaking
when there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
if you smile through your fear and sorrow
(joker laughing)

[verse 1: $lim gucci]
taylor ’bout to f-ckin’ flex
hop in this b-tch and i’m not gonna stop
i got crack, i got dope, i got drank, i got guap
i got smoke that he wanted, i flip it and buy it
for poppin’ these drugs, they be toxic, but f-ck it
don’t stop and just pop ’em and [?] until you can’t [?], i’m [?]
[?] just itchin’ and scratchin’, just tryna come out
just go ahead and scream, i like when they loud
or don’t make a sound, it really don’t matter [?]
[?], we smokin’ on [?]
just light up the bl!cky, go hit me a l!cky
my b-tch say she need me but p-ssy don’t please me
so i snort a lot of cocaine, going insane, going crazy
i’m about to shoot this b-tch a [?]
i be feelin’ [?] in my membrane
mix that oxy with that addy
call a smoovy, yes i’m groovy
no [?] powers, no movie
and i’m shootin’ these motherf-ckers
the devil that’s undercover
realize my mom said [?]
we really the most [?]

[verse 2: nickymauss]
that gunna just bust the f-ckers
these mothers keep cryin’ [?]
but f-ck it, i love the chaos
no arkham but joker still up
the cross, i have dropped it
f-ck outta my life, i’m c-ckin’
and now we leavin’ no witness behind
that gunna just bust the f-ckers
these mothers keep cryin’ [?]
but f-ck it, i love the chaos
no arkham but joker still up
the cross, i have dropped it
f-ck outta my life, i’m c-ckin’
and now we leavin’ no witness behind
liquor mixed with dope, that’s the antidote, try, try
b-tch you need [?], i gotten dim from slangin’ dope [?]
count my paper stacks, stacks
i’m too f-cked up, i’m kinda stuck, don’t test your luck
i’m gettin’ f-cked from sippin’ yak, yak
i’m a maniac, p-ssy shark attack
[?] many stacks in the cadillac
on the soundtrack we gorillas, the trillest
keep our distance from the snitches and b-tches
that gram insomnia b-tches
you pick tissues, cryin’ and b-tchin’
’cause [?] the definition of compet-tion, b-tch

[verse 3: spence]
creepin’ out the jungle
never f-ck with heaven
keep a smith & wesson
blow your breath, i’m feelin’ reckless
i’m the [?], f-ck a [?] suckin’
blindness, basis, isis, guts i’m slicin’, do the heist
come around [?]
who wanna get [?], three, two, one, death
[?]
wrist bleedin’, blunt blowin’
slit my wrists, they start [?]
oxycontin, percoset
pop the pills with no regret
wake up lost, [?]
start the day, [?]

- ly lacombe youngins lyrics

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