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shinobi christ – shinobi og pt. ii lyrics

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[verse i : shin0bi christ]

i’m so sick of this sh-t
every single day a n-gga flipping them bricks
run up in my city, bet that n-gga get tipped
he gon’ need to drop fifty for a hit of this swish

little n-gga i’m lit
vague getting fl1cked
he gone take another rip while i’m weighing this zip
i was facing that piff when i made this
you was in vegas, kicking it with basic b-tches

and gold diggers
broke n-gga, get stomped out to your soul miss
like your hoe missing
my soda glistened
i told chris, my sole existence

to roll swishers so ignite that sh-t
pour a 4 in a sprite that quick
they blowing up my phone cause they like that sip
these some thirsty -ss hoes i don’t like that sh-t

i don’t like that b-tch
my girlfriend said that she would fight that b-tch
that’s why i got to hide the gun before i got to hide a body
she so mother f-cking crazy but she keep it so kawaii

got a (glock 17 .45 acp)
b-tch hoe n-gga get pistol whipped
for six whole minutes got a nympho chick
with the indo lit, playing ‘indo whip’

and you only get lit when your b-tch don’t trip
spent the money for my cousins on extend clips about to
trade a bottle of activis for the mac 11
making profit and all you making is bad decisions

my god told me to k!ll him n-gga i had to listen
fell asleep in catechism take another sip until i doze off
wake up everybody still thowed off
her tattoos drip when her clothes off

n-gga this shin0bi og. part two
on point like a harpoon
inked up like a cartoon
these little n-ggas trying to steal my f-cking lean and my art too
(god d-mn)

man all you little n-ggas in my tsukoyomi
why they always talking down, they don’t even know me?
i made four hundred fifty off a f-cking o-z
now all i wanna know is what the f-ck it’s gone’ be

[verse ii: vague]

oh that’s you? nah that’s me n-gga
so sp-ced out that shin0bi og
my mind gon’ catch what your eyes can’t see
probably hit that n-gga nyr if i’m looking for the lean

what’s that fragrance? that be the weed
i don’t wear no cologne, kush be my b.o
they don’t want the bars like they out on parole
mixing and popping i’m out of control

but i’m dedicated n-gga, motivated
my money grow cause i cultivate it
i f-ck this beat now its violated
i’m a real -ss n-gga i’m validated

man i’m so gone, so thowed
i don’t know what these n-ggas on
they need to leave the bullsh-t alone
yeah leave the bullsh-t at home

i ain’t with the f-ck sh-t that’s obvious
i ain’t in the function with a sn0bby b-tch
just trying to get paid get stupid rich, yeah

real sh-t, that’s an automatic
flipping money like its acrobatic
planned it all out n-gga systematic

rotten gang n-gga that ain’t nothing to f-ck with
and this a head banger might cause a concussion
and i only talk money when i have a discussion man

i pray to the heavens i’m good in these streets
and the brand that i’m repping will flourish and feast
and the haters will witness and just start to weep
i’m so cold in these streets, like its ice on the buildings

man f-ck all your feelings i do this me
yeah i do this for me
and your sh-t is weak
(alright..)

- shinobi christ lyrics

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