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pharmacist - ski mask murderer lyrics

[chorus: 211]
yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
i’m ballin 85, steady floatin’ in the rain
punchin’ up seven digits on the motorola
as i continue sippin’ on remy martin and soda

[verse: skinny pimp]
now i was drunker than wine head
early in my bed, doing my homework
scopin bustas, layin them suckas in the dirt
i’m tired of takin ounces from these n+ggasm now i’m thinkin fat
rollin ’93 cherokee with lil cello, gulpin f+ckin yac
when i got some anna, kinda, give me what i want playa
then i hit hurts village, mane, cold bet we makin drugs playa
n+ggas be thinkin i be like playin but i’m frontin up under they funky ass
they know me as derrick but n+ggas don’t know i’m skinny with under the ski mask

[chorus: 211]
yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
i’m ballin 85, steady floatin’ in thе rain
punchin’ up seven digits on the motorola
as i continuе sippin’ on remy martin and soda
yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
i’m ballin 85, steady floatin’ in the rain
punchin’ up seven digits on the motorola
as i continue sippin’ on remy martin and soda
[verse 2: skinny pimp]
n+ggas comin clean, rollin mea, i’m gettin bout tired of this sh+t
(a playa, you change for a hundred mane?)
(yeah, i think so)
pow, pow
now, give it to me b+tch
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound, blackhaven n+ggas makin stangs
pistol grip on them hoes, we all about comin clean
i got bone on my neck and some of these n+ggas think i’m heavy weight
to me, it’s on gank tip, take your dope when i’m be doin stangs
what you want, a quarter key?
meet me down on chelsea st
we shoot them b+tches up and by next week i’m back out trick or treatin
with a+

[chorus: 211]
yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
i’m ballin 85, steady floatin’ in the rain
punchin’ up seven digits on the motorola
as i continue sippin’ on remy martin and soda
yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
i’m ballin 85, steady floatin’ in the rain
punchin’ up seven digits on the motorola
as i continue sippin’ on remy martin and soda

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