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vermin (vocal) - convict lyrics

poppin’ out the cut, these bullets f+ck yo body up
run up wit dat banger, p+ssy boy you better duck
b+tch you outta luck, drop yo body in my trunk
keep a f+cking pump, run up get a tummy tuck
you so f+cking basic, stop that rapping, you a f+ggot
p+ssy talkin sh+t i wrap him up just like a package
twitter talkin, drop yo addy then yo crib i’m tracking
all my homies steady savage, yeah we get to clapping
keep that glocki on my hip. i’m walking wit a limp
lookin like a f+cking tree wit all these f+cking sticks
if you run yo f+cking lips, you finna catch a clip
on yo block wet up that b+tch, we turn it to a fish

i don’t give a f+ck
i don’t give a f+ck
i don’t give a f+ck
i don’t give a f+ck
i don’t give a f+ck
i don’t give a f+ck
i don’t give a f+ck

said you want that f+cking beef, i’m bussin’ in yo t++th
steady aiming wit’ that beam, i’m loading 223’s
b+tch we pull up, 50 deep, we shooting at yo team
i won’t leave the f+cking scene until you put to sleep
said you really ’bout it
boy i doubt it, why you f+cking lying?
i reload my choppa
whem i’m on yo block these bullets flying
run yo f+cking pockets
you got nothing, then you f+cking dying
homie never thought that sh+t would happen
now his mama crying

- vermin vocal lyrics

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