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mi$fitxapollo - black broad lyrics

[hook]

beat that n-gga like a black broad x16

[verse 1]

2 gunshots n they don’t stop with a p-ssy n-gga with a stick at his neck like a blvcklvnd 2.7.5 goon rvider klvn k!llin’ all the rest with the chopper in my hand good kid grown man i realy don’t care k!llin these beats dr dre on elm street uh going back in like a motherfing villian get the glock and make a k!llin black on black i’m bringing it back shout out to bun b i’m spitting that crack big and black big lo do my cooking dance motherf-ckas in the club doin the tango beat a n-gga half to death turn him into a slave though jango getting all this money who to think though god rifle and the bible thats a safe place keep the evil out my house death zone uh step up in the building looking like a billion stone cold k!llin’ no stone cold villian blood stains gun bangs keeping off that 1 train the f-cking games filled with a bunch of lames talking about gang bang bang bang the sound of the led showers rain the sound of the splatter of his brain, uh not a k!ller but a sinner trynna get it right stayin away from evil staying in the sky i ain’t talking flights born sinner the opposite of a winner crazy -ss world turn a n-gga into a k!ller i’m crazy i’m going insane in the brain get the glock out if a n-gga think i’m sane n-gga watcha think n-gga i ain’t playin pardon my language i’m goin real crazy put it down for your city (303 know what i’m talking man) uh, grain gripper insane spitter all black guns like im going to war with africa not illuminati but i got the shotti in the black and white rari uh, (switch up)

[verse 2]

young n-gga don’t need a chopper still gettin’ them dollas i’m still a party rocker i get the party started like jay and ye i go ham tell your b-tch to do her dance i got her in a trance because i’m the man them booty shorts make you go woo make you sound like ric flair yea i’m a nature boy figure four leg lock a hater i’m gettin’ to this paper i’m bossin’ out call me rick ross big stacks like a cartel lotta secrets like dont tell i keep money up in a safe either that or my pocket that girl red like a stocking this song is off topic i’m k!lling beat caskets these haters be bragging (but why) i don’t know man all i just know is they just hatin and wish they had the sk!lls mane to make a couple mills mane shooting up the buildings and not giving a care mane i swear mane we might even shoot up h-ll mane it dont make sense uh

[outro]

gas tank full of green closet full of gold 2 gunshots don’t got time to reload 2 gunshots make a n-gga p-ss his clothes i’m gettin to this dough i’m gettin to these whoa’s uh, don’t hate it that’s just how i wrote it and if you don’t love it two tears in a bucket uh puppet like a muppet hit a n-gga with the musket 2 gunshots n-gga be still reloading ha

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