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smokingskul – ​batman lyrics

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[intro]
uh?
(’cause i keep saying i love you smoke, but it’s just not coming out right)
yeah

[chorus]
shoot up the rally like i’m kyle
b+tch i’m a walking black & mild
raf simons my shoes, you can’t walk a mile
i shoot a witness ’cause he tryna dial
all of my shooters standin’ single file
i’m servin’ nic’, the fiends go wild
servin’ that salt, the fiends go crazy
i don’t know what percs is these, they fugazi
f+ckin’ a bad ho, her name kacey
do you want a mac or dinner with jay+z?
n+ggas be tippin’, call ’em b makey
what them n+ggas say? “it get tricky”
she got fake gucci, call her trixie
[?] better get some fixings
opеn up shop, n+gga, f+ck a backend
in a black whip, feel like batman
i call the shots, n+gga, likе a captain
we the reason why yo’ hood [?]
if you in the streets, n+gga, send the address
tape on the chop’, it’s not too shabby
black fendi belt, i don’t do karate
lookin’ for brain, n+gga, like a zombie
[verse]
i feel like christian bale
prometh’, this is not ginger ale
i’m off the xans, n+gga, i forgot how to spell
i’m out in phoenix with a n+gga, feel like [?]
i feel like mary ’cause i keep the llama
migo plug say “¿cómo se llama?”
i do not care for n+ggas, like obama
roundhouse kick, n+gga, like i’m ronda (yeah)

[chorus]
shoot up the rally like i’m kyle
b+tch i’m a walking black & mild
raf simons my shoes, you can’t walk a mile
i shoot a witness ’cause he tryna dial
all of my shooters standin’ single file
i’m servin’ nic’, the fiends go wild
servin’ that salt, the fiends go crazy
i don’t know what percs is these, they fugazi
f+ckin’ a bad ho, her name kacey
do you want a mac or dinner with jay+z?
n+ggas be tippin’, call ’em b makey
what them n+ggas say? “it get tricky”
she got fake gucci, call her trixie
[?] better get some fixings
open up shop, n+gga, f+ck a backend
in a black whip, feel like batman
i call the shots, n+gga, like a captain
we the reason why yo’ hood [?]
if you in the streets, n+gga, send the address
tape on the chop’, it’s not too shabby
black fendi belt, i don’t do karate
lookin’ for brain, n+gga, like a zombie



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