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reezill - chapter 3: game over try again (gota) lyrics

ya
ya ya ya
ay sha

gota

this that spike in your drink typa music n-gg- ….
chug

(goat k!ll)

ya..
this typa sh-t go unnoticed
i’m bout to float into focus
this ain’t a song it’s an opus
that got em jumping like locusts
sh-t i’ve been caught in the moment
sh-t i’ve been caught in a moment
we poppin bottles and toastin
they rollin blunts and they floatin press the b-tton and watch your flesh open
sh-t i ain’t drippin i’m soakin
they known for droppin the soap and
we known to spit what you quotin
she just got d on your sofa
she bout to tell you it’s over
then she hop into his rover
weight on the pedal a loafer
i’m known to lean on jehovah
they known to sniff on the coca
these typa bars never lower
talk about dough like i’m homer
ball with my hits sh-ts a home run
i’m bout to go super nova
i got that flare and i’m solar
ya i dont loan i’m an owner, ah
ya ya
i’m on a roll like a coaster
striving to f-ck up the commas
then put the game in a coma
pressure on getting my honours
pressure on guarding my honor
win to be free like i’m oprah
and plus i dabble in opera

ah
ya ya
you never seen this before
and plus man i dabble in gore, millyrockin like i’m ballin on tour, millyc-ckin like i’ve come out the corp, hammer timing like i’m blonde and im thor, got a couple lesbians that i know, ya they scissor like they singing galore, cookin beats and im spittin that raw, i’m the type to leave it all on the floor, shut me out i put my foot on the door, ah
press ignore on the law, ya they copy hit the ten and the four, ya i’m swinging and i’m screaming out four, unsheath all your claws from your paws, climax in a rocket we gone..
ya
ya ya
f-ck it that didn’t take much ya
i’m scopin on so and such bustin on em till their forms in the dust, ya
ya man i don’t give a f-ck unless i’m 69ing all your girls in a tub, ya
pick up the axe from the dust hatchet swinging watch your dome as you duck ya
ya
uh
close to the end of the month
and i’m in a zone of my own
all i exhibit is growth
hands on the coffins i close tombstoning all my crucified foes
the game and i we eloped stuck in it till the end of my rope
man i could never lose hope god and rhythm have a place in my soul
i’m putting demons in yokes for the giggles like i’m telling a joke
boy who you trying to clone executing all my words from the dome
ain’t off the top of the dome once mastered all your cases are closed

all of your cases are closed….sh-t, gota

(throne music)

- reezill lyrics

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