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trill navy - chiefin' command lyrics

[verse 1: johnny mob]
stackin’ the cream, ashin’ the bleeze, i’m attackin’ the scene with the rap, it’s unique
the fact of it be that i’mma save rap from the cr-p that it sees
like quest when he raps he’s a f-g in the least, no sweat, k!ll him like he’s f-ckin’ strapped to a seat
feelin’ the tension, sit and dismiss this b-tch when he simpin’, hit list is finished
finna get stoned with the b-tches, twisted, if you home alone feelin’ timid, hidden
with your f-ckin’ phone in the kitchen, if my k!llers hear the tone, get blended, diced up
everybody told me give the mic up, i’m just tryna clear the drops off the wipers
too hot, flowing like the motherf-cking niger, bedrock, haters just fossil to a dino, dirtlock
smash bros, boutta hurt ya, falco’s gunna merc guns
south coast where the goons run we the -ssh0l-s that bring the blue buzz
trill sh-t, we the real clique, my seals hit quick make you feel shark bit
spit cold like the mothaf-ckin’ antarctic, get dented like a asian b-tch tryna park it
yeah, cause geico on it, get learned quick like your hooked on phonics
hit the strip, trill navy tryna party. hit list is finished? i’m just f-ckin’ startin’
so yamcha bring that wolf fist, and bulma bring them blue pills
we ashin’ bowls so ruthless, token go and tell ’em what we cruise with…

[verse 2: token a$h]
good smoke and a cup full of lean, drugged up, b-tch, i’m one with the green
nut up if you talkin’ that plunger regime, sh-t pops when you flaunt that b-tt full of st–ze
navy clique still waving clips, no maybe hits, when we out for the cream
my day job makes you stay jobless, no raekwon sh-t, but the vibe of a lynx
f-ck your g-y pride sh-t, you a cub in a den full of raged lions
get blown with a force of a qui-gon jinn by a flow so dope, sh-t, i ain’t lyin’
get it? i ain’t lyin’, too high off a zip, too fly when i spit
you ride in a whip, windshield full of sh-t, five deep, no b-tch you can play ball with
roasting all these headless chickens, stack ’em with some devil’s lettuce
i don’t notice when i’m sinnin’ when the mic is ever present
plus the mickey’s got me driven, knockin’ like i’m broly fisted
coppin’ kicks you rockin’ sayin’ nonsense ’til they call the medics
cookin’ up beef, lil b in a drop, if i beez in the trap, i beez with the pot
no reek when i rap, just stink cause it’s raw, like your b-tch on my lap or my d-ck in her jaw
lolo whip, she can jack when it rises, leave her frosted, tony, for ya
always stayin’ strapped, never catch me on some maury povich… token

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