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mond killz - tap in lyrics

got the mob in here with me-
deadfacemond b-tch
deadfacemond shine like no other
slip on the drip don’t fall to this b-tter
she in her feelings on why i can’t cuff her
gotta keep kc undercover
ion even love her
just want to f-ck her
after i nut you know imma duck her
smokin supreme this gas to official
gon get fouled
ref blow the whistle
slime wipe your nose not using tissue
hand me the plate i’m breakin the gristle
sponge bob episode tongue over pickles
rainbow bullets that bite through you skittles
ot the gang f-ck n-ggas know me
free kareem he was pushing a stolie
apple watch b-tch ain’t got time for a rollie
shoot from the arch and i shoot like i’m kobe
my twin spazz i’m zach and he cody
eating lobster we came from ravioli
love my side b-tch she a top freak
knock the p-ssy out the park n-gga charles pete
sixth grade i caught plays on the motorola
and my b-tch is real bad she love fashion nova
got the freaks at the spot time to pull up on em
mix the drink in the cup while y’all sipping soda
3.5 in the back yeah i’m on the moon
my glock real hungry so i consume
opp n-ggas take em off feet sweep em broom
finna snap on the beat watch i stick and move
yo b-tch love my tunes she playing my audio
choppin the brick up (karate) flow
white girl on camera (icarly) hoe
rockstar lifestyle( jeff hardy) bro
who got the keys i’m looking for work
i’m right on yo corner
cause b-tch i been making plays on yo broke -ss since f-ckin pop warner
burn down the booth that wasn’t my plan
how you drop a four but you dappin my hand
pull up on the opps and them f-ck n-ggas ran
let’s not forget we sent shots at yo man
shoutout dinero he fresh off the band
real view baby we came from the sand
free flash can’t wait till he drop
when he come home my n-gga a lock
gregg on the scene securing the block
d-mn why i just snap like i’m really on fire
b-tch i’m the best to carry you n-ggas since f-cking mariah
always had paper a young n-gga been on
bambam the p-ssy i’m beating up flint stones
lock the account so i’m sending through venmo
say you my slime you not even kin fo
beef on the internet that sh-t is lame
meet me in the field b-tch grid iron game
time to hit a l!ck all black no chains
cover the body we don’t leave no evidence
if you want smoke we pop up at yo residence
i been a driller (benadryl) ain’t talking no medicine b-tch

- mond killz lyrics

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