silica - isle lyrics
[verse 1: yrsci]
pound a n+gga chest like he tribal
he believe in god we gon’ smack ‘em with a bible
f+ck n+ggas on my d+ck sayin’ the same sh+t recycled k!lling all my foes, n+gga ion got no rivals
told that b+tch “i don’t love you”
please stop stalkin’
run up in his crib imma shoot him when he walk in
n+gga you a fan page no we cannot lock in
you a internet n+gga, call my bro he get yo login
b+tch in my crib she gon’ drop it to the floor
got a bad stripper b+tch and she working on that pole
we was outside for 3 hours he ain’t drop the lo
run up with a f+ckin’ blade turn his head into a bowl caught a f+ck n+gga lackin’ shot em while he idle
n+gga you my fan like i know i’m yo idol
n+gga stay up in yo lane, please get up in yo isle
i got no more foes i be k!llin’ all my rivals
[bridge: silica]
you a lame b+tch, you the type of n+gga that we hate
so i k!ll ‘em him in broad day
n+gga talkin’ down gang
you a lame b+tch you the type of+
+k!ll ‘em in broad day (k!ll ‘em in broad day)
n+gga talkin’ down gang
you a lame b+tch, you the type of n+gga that we hate
[verse 2: silica]
k!ll ‘em in broad day, n+gga talkin’ down on gang
you a lame b+tch you the type of n+gga that we hate
so i send him to his grave no ungs cannot hang
got that n+gga on the floor and he leakin’ from his brain mac+10 rip ya fade
n+gga f+ck ‘bout what you claim
how ya b+tch say she love you?
b+tch screaming out my name
stupid n+gga a not the same
see it poppin’ out his veins
n+ggas hoppin’ out that car make u fly like a plane
get my glock then i shoot n+gga
who the f+ck are you ya she bouncin’ on my d+ck
n+ggas thinkin’ sh+t is cool got this 9 up in my sack
you gon’ end up on a stoop
n+gga how the f+ck i end up gettin’ all this money dude
i guess this what money do
yeah she want me but we thru
n+gga how the f+ck u talkin’ down but u the one to lose n+gga how the f+ck u claimin’ this and that but u smooth n+gga hadda count up all these big racks makin’ moves
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