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sillvz – self destruction lyrics

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[verse 1: txrhik & sillvz]
(yuh)
look at my sneakers b-tch, uh
slide up on you with the team now what’s up?
people be talking and beaking
just save it man, please i do not give a f-ck!
cause i’m bout my business, please do not come around
if you ain’t in this
i am not god, i do not do forgiveness
you wanna try me? then you on this hit list (yeah)
i’m too frivolous with this money
split dividends with my honey
i could give a f-ck bout n0body
maybe family, little jordy
oh my lordy, i’m so sorry
if your shorty do adore me
you need to back right up off me, cause i came to chill
(lil b-tch)

[verse 2]
the choice of my drink is a forty b-tch
i pull up, they watching like holy sh-t
i flow so insane
i spit it so fast
it might f-ck up your brain
word to cobain
gold in my chain
little bit more of it sprinkled on rings
can’t not be cloned, i ain’t the same
you run from the pain, while i’ll work on a sprain
(ah)
okay, now slow it down
sike!, b-tch you thought i was gon’
let these n-ggas think that they can hold me down
no way i’m letting them score me
b-tch i’m a goalie now
defender of t-tle
not a wave
not tidal
i’ma kick round for awhile
rocking smile, while i body ops with style
(b-tch)

[verse 3]
okay now real talk, lemme say sum
l am not finna hop on the track
just like none of you fake bums
who be claimin places, where you ain’t from
make me face palm
where they do that at?
bro got that pack, he gon move that pack
shooting ya shot, we gon shoot right back
b-tches on me cause i move like that
true that’s facts
if you run when clouds form
don’t come back for the shine
if you run away from problems, you no homie of mine
and if you stab me in the back, then i be sn-tchin ya spine
only pirates for the currency
ya riches is mine

[verse 4]
(aye)
gimmie the loot gimmie the loot
empty ya pockets for i have to shoot
i’m taking your sh-t n-gga hop out then shoes
matter fact swing me the keys to the coupe
(ah , f-ck, b-tch)
nah t chill, ima drag him right out that roof
and if he still talking sh-t
we can get to reversin’ over this fool
switch gears from reverse to first then i move
put these n-ggas in the dirt, then i wipe my shoes
cause i’m keeping it fresh
most of these n-ggas ain’t sh-t, they just settle for less
ima give him the best, what the f-ck you thought?
i critique myself, so f-ck you all
and it’s lwe till the day i fall



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