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sick boyz x ydg jo$e - genocide i lyrics

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genocide i lyrics
[yung black lung]
gorilla, ape call me by my f+ckin name
black lung with that choppa in ur face
shooters in the field with that nine mm
travass always got that hetta b+tch i always got that hetta

b+tches renegade lock them in a cage
travass with the mace smash thier f+ckin’ face
switch blade leave a f+ckin’ stain
leave a naked brain
long blade comin in ur f+ckin’ way

call me a saint i’ll bless you with my blade
i got my aieser shooting flames fill u with the pain
go and get ur gang get ur f+ckin’ gang
i got my fleet right behind screamin’ wining is my fate

eenie menie minea mo won’t sell my f+ckin’ soul
if i want some f+ckin’ fame work until i f+ckin’ gain
travass is the f+ckin’ name remember till ur f+ckin’ grave
known by rolling with my chain

[yung blaze]
hit the mother f+ckin’ dope
neck tied with a rope
2 years ago
my head wanna blow
then i go slow mo’
won’t sell my soul
“yeah hoe”
nine mm while i cut ur throught hoe
step a f+ckin’ side
when i f+ckin’ ride
mother f+cker watch me rise
high till i f+ckin’ die
five demons on my mind
been tryna get em out
eyes blind
blown mind
creepin all the night
boy

emotionless body
ain’t no makin’ money
oxy, roxy, xanax it’s a hobby
shoot a f+ckin’ copy
c+ck a f+ckin’ shawty
respect for n0body
with a bullet broof body

yung f+ckin’ blaze
with the choppa in ur face
bodies in the fridge smokin cigarettes
couple pills up in my grave
the fiction i create
too late i got my blade against ur neck
with an ice pick
(ice pick)
[ydg jo$e]
they talkin down, i dont give a f+ck
walk up to they spot, b+tch you know i shoot it up
b+tch im off a xan, b+tch you know im booted up
b+tch im off an x, b+tch you know im coolin up

slide with the drako on a f+ck boi
and we keep that f+ckin k and we keep it tucked boi
smokin f+ckin o’s, never trust a soul
walk into yo spot, b+tch we keep that pole

i was sippin lean as a jhit, where the sprite at?
tryna get a refill, b+tch you know thats my pack
they be talkin sweet, mp5 got that bite back
say you wanna fight, but these bullets cannot fight back

jose keep that choppa, sick boyz keep that pole
walk up to yo spot and you know we shootin o’s
jose keep that choppa, sick boyz keep that pole
walk up to yo spot and you know we shootin o’s

- sick boyz x ydg joe lyrics

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