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missfit0.1 - awakend lyrics

staring from the top of throne, down, b-tch shut the f-ck up and give me dome, now, all up in my shows, leave me alone, now, baby mama blow’n up my phone, now, swervin in a coup, top down, metal to his mouth he hit the ground, spin around, twice, and shoot him in the back, give him some ice, rub em, kiss his wound and start speaking all nice, roll the dice, i just wanna see a fight, now, all over da world, ain’t that a sight, wow, now
standing all alone in a crowd, shooting at these n-gg-s cause they loud, put it to his face cause he was runnin at the mouth, wait, ayy, k!ll him broad day, run away, don’t let em out, don’t shout, it’s a robbery, but i’m chillin on my couch, f-ckin b-tches, whip my d-ck out going south, highways, speed racing, if i ain’t runnin who chasin, reloading, shoes lacing, bones breaking, knee braces, c-ke dealing, soul stealing, she kneeling, for real and,4 million on me

standing in the yard like nome, in a lane swerving from the cones, that the police set for me, its a f-cking robbery, but that’s all part of the song, f-ck a b-tch, heart made out of stone, this song ain’t a sing a long, and my body getting toned, now, wait, my songs is not melodic, eat my noodles with an ak like some chopsticks, wit da mob lit, little girl was suckin on my d-ck, but she was sick, i slap a n-gg- make him sh-t, don’t sit or sleep on, im wit da gang so you get hit, saying that im -ss, dez n-gg-s all up on my tip, walking down the street with that glock nine on my hip, fill that cup wit lean and go ahead and take a sip, n-gg- talkin sh-t, i put the pistol to his lip, makin so much money, got to sit down and count it, my homie just got out, they sent him straight back to the pound, and i keep on switchin up tryna find a better sound, 30 pounds of c-ke, split it up before you get found, and in every f-cking group, there’s always the one p-ss around, f-ck a failure, hit the ground runnin, that machine gun hummin on my block, f-ck snitches, i don’t hang wit f-cking ops, drive by in the rain, we was bustin at dem cops, in a lemo, got me woke, a yellow mellow f-cking thot, shout out dm, and this song gon make me hot, shout out savy, by the way, your cousin gave me top, a whole new gang a rapper, mop the floor up wit a mop, you n-gg-s think you blood or crippin but you not, throwin up them signs, lil boy you gon get shot

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