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warhol.ss – armageddon lyrics

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[intro: warhol.ss]
[?], nah, for real
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
krookz

[chorus: warhol.ss]
i f-ck on your sister, i feel like lil’ mister
i ride with that chopper and hit that zipper
that ykk zipper, that bape on my chest
boy, i been a captain, ain’t worried ’bout hooks
i read like a book, got these n-ggas shook
my n-ggas some crooks, lil’ boy better look
that chopper go, “put,” now that n-gga cooked

[post-chorus: warhol.ss]
don’t care what they talkin’ ’bout, these n-ggas p-ssy
i f-ck on the ho and she like sucky-sucky
don’t know why you fussin’, lil’ n-gga, you rookie
i’m blowin’ on cookie, gelato and that [?]
blow sh-t like a loosie, get with that two-piece
that choppa go, “bah-bah-bah-bah-bah” at your [?]
lil’ boy, you a noobie, don’t talk to me crazy
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i said they fugazi, and that sh-t be crazy

[verse 1: mdma]
i’m from the motherf-ckin’ underground (ground)
put your dudes up, we go pound for pound (pound)
talk on that d-ck, that ain’t word of mouth (slurp)
l!ck me up, baby, then slurp me down (slurp)
i am a dawg, i’ll go pound for pound (rrr)
i done went digital, my wrist is sunny now (sunny)
swimmin’ around, baby, we ain’t runnin’ now (ah)
ah, wow, n-gga, gun him down (gun him down)
cars out ’til the sun is out
just like a tire, baby, we gon’ burn him out (yeah)
scream, bleed, that is murder sound (oh)
clean freak, we gon’ wipe him out (wipe him out)
me, me, boy, they talkin’ now (yeah)
i done went chucky, he play with that tommy
come with that crack, told a n-gga bobby brown (crack)
zombie tip turn you zombie now (ooh)

[verse 2: warhol.ss]
smokin’ on dosie-does (does)
thirty round clip, don’t go toe to toe (toe)
can’t f-ck with these lil’ n-ggas, they just get exposed (‘posed)
and i came a long way from just kicking doors (ooh)
just came back from countin’ fifty (yeah, five)
[?] tesla, it’s a semi (semi)
steady chiefin’ like [?] ([?])
pourin’ fours up in the bentley
came from the south just like mississippi
i got two ways to spread it, i can’t even hear me
see that horsepower, ridin’ porsche’s with me
these lil’ n-ggas talkin’ but that can’t even fear me
f-ck these n-ggas b-tches for the thrill
smoke gelato, that’s the [?]
fifty round on me, if a n-gga testin’, n-gga get spilled
these n-ggas fake as f-ck, no, they ain’t real
molly with me poppin’ ecstasy pills (pills)

[chorus: warhol.ss]
i f-ck on your sister, i feel like lil’ mister
i ride with that chopper and hit that zipper
that ykk zipper, that bape on my chest
boy, i been a captain, ain’t worried ’bout hooks
i read like a book, got these n-ggas shook
my n-ggas some crooks, lil’ boy better look
that chopper go, “put,” now that n-gga cooked

[post-chorus: warhol.ss]
don’t care what they talkin’ ’bout, these n-ggas p-ssy
i f-ck on the ho and she like sucky-sucky
don’t know why you fussin’, lil’ n-gga, you rookie
i’m blowin’ on cookie, gelato and that [?]
blow sh-t like a loosie, get with that two-piece
that choppa go, “bah-bah-bah-bah-bah” at your [?]
lil’ boy, you a noobie, don’t talk to me crazy
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i said they fugazi, and that sh-t be crazy

[verse 3: unotheactivist]

[chorus: warhol.ss]
i f-ck on your sister, i feel like lil’ mister
i ride with that chopper and hit that zipper
that ykk zipper, that bape on my chest
boy, i been a captain, ain’t worried ’bout hooks
i read like a book, got these n-ggas shook
my n-ggas some crooks, lil’ boy better look
that chopper go, “put,” now that n-gga cooked

[post-chorus: warhol.ss]
don’t care what they talkin’ ’bout, these n-ggas p-ssy
i f-ck on the ho and she like sucky-sucky
don’t know why you fussin’, lil’ n-gga, you rookie
i’m blowin’ on cookie, gelato and that [?]
blow sh-t like a loosie, get with that two-piece
that choppa go, “bah-bah-bah-bah-bah” at your [?]
lil’ boy, you a noobie, don’t talk to me crazy
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i said they fugazi, and that sh-t be—



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