semtexxx - cut on my neck! lyrics
[intro]
marci
[chorus]
b+tch, i got a cut on my neck
he a germ, minor threat
they can’t f+ck with triple x
i’m yo’ dad, boba fett
i got the chrome to yo’ dome
when we die all alone, got no one but yourself
you better get up off yo’ phone and check the stats mo’f+cker
i ain’t nothin like these little f+ckin’ rap mo’f+ckers
see the cops, i do the chase, i do the dash mo’f+cker
homicidal, said i like to f+ckin’ stab, mo’f+cker
[verse 1]
hol’ up, break in the bank, need the cash in my case
you a b+tch, you a lame, i’m an m to i+a
wanna blow like grenade
i put kids on her face, no respect for a ho
only gang for the low
you want gas, we got smoke, uh
[verse 2]
f+ck everybody, i said no one is so safe
said shout+out buck, keep it tucked, i got a devil on my waist
i heard enough, special stuff what i’ve been smokin’ to my face
turn him to dust like he rust, he didn’t ever look the same, uh
boy, you is a rat, i said just keep the cheese away from me
yo’ girl up in my bed even though you said that she can’t stay with me
the blood up on my walls just seem to keep on f+ckin’ savin’ me
my mama got a choppa just in case you wanna play with me
how much bodies will it f+ckin’ take before i let it go?
how you be the king when i be rollin’ you beheaded, bro?
how i keep it cool, i’m like a motherf+ckin’ tempest, though
how the world be sh+t, but i’m still livin’ off a edib—
[chorus]
b+tch, i got a cut on my neck
he a germ, minor threat
they can’t f+ck with triple x
i’m yo’ dad, boba fett
i got the chrome to yo’ dome
when we die all alone, got no one but yourself
you better get up off yo’ phone and check the stats mo’f+cker
i ain’t nothin like these little f+ckin’ rap mo’f+ckers
see the cops, i do the chase, i do the dash mo’f+cker
homicidal, said i like to f+ckin’ stab, mo’f+cker
[verse 1]
hol’ up, break in the bank, need the cash in my case
you a b+tch, you a lame, i’m an m to i+a
wanna blow like grenade
i put kids on her face, no respect for a ho
only gang for the low
you want gas, we got smoke, uh
[outro]
i got a cut on my neck
he a germ, minor threat
they can’t f+ck with triple x
i’m yo’ dad, boba fett
i got the chrome to yo’ dome
when we die all alone, got no one but yourself
you better get up off yo’ phone and check the stats mo’f+cker
i ain’t nothin like these little f+ckin’ rap mo’f+ckers
see the cops, i do the chase, i do the dash mo’f+cker
homicidal, said i like to f+ckin’—, mo’f+cker
hol’ up, break in the bank—
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