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xilla - phantasm lyrics

[verse 1]
uh
suicide pr-ne
i’m in the cut with a piece to my dome
send that heat to ya home
leakin ya bones
light up the torch couple hits and you gone
undefeated by foes
pick up and flee to your folks
no escape when i reap what i sow
imma get it and go
on the road with ya soul in my hold
i proceed to go beat on ya hoe
whoa
hit my line a n-gga serve filets
b-tch you work my f-ckin nerves, wait
i been shining on em
wrist got diamonds on it
when i’m rhyming these throw aways
keep a tool up in the holster, wait
pop a n-gga in his shoulder blade
spit a flow that’s so cold
got em froze
dodgin bullsh-t, call it olé
uh, wait
run it up, race
i’m up, just hit that home base
get to the cake
chill with your sis, gave me face
it’s lobotomy, gimme the brain
bang
bow
you talking puffin that loud
i’m on a whole other cloud
dropping that sound
man, i’m just tryna get out of the dirt
no more sleeping on ground
wow
tote heavy metal, dope spitter with a flow that make you
go in a blender, rope hanging from the railing second
floor, make you end it, no question, i’m the better n-gga
you a p-ssy, you ain’t even pull it, like what’s good?
i’m from the hood
where they put them holes in ya ceiling
roaches in ya bowl, talking cheerios, eat at dollar stores
different clothes, same struggle, what you know about that pain?
when it rains, b-tch it pours, gotta break through the door

[verse 2]
n-gga i’m juiced
used to whip plates at the goose
now i drip sauce out the roof
came up from boolin the tool
f-ck what you knew
f-ck with the two why you lookin a fool
i just left with the cutest of cutes
f-ck with her and you mute
pull up no mask f-ck a flute
b-tch i’m poppin yo girl off a deuce
cup full of liquor
come f-ck with a n-gga
get buck then i dunk on a n-gga
dump dump blowin up
untuck
beep beep pull up
now you slump
bet i leave a motherf-cker under mud
now you leakin blood
ain’t n0body ask for that
this m-ss attack
i’m headed for your l-ss in fact
might cap the br-ss
turned your body to a half
and they’ll be lookin for your other in the aftermath
n-gga im the bomb like allahu ak
been in the mothaf-ckin house, obama barack
got the ice all on my wrist from whippin the pot
and she was thinkin “one time” till i gave her the c-ck
b-tches all up on my tippy top
gimme slippy slop
f-ck a op
donuts in the lot
skrrt skrrt off
in a drop
flow on pretty flock
runnin through a thot
b-tch i got it
nah, i really got it
n-ggas that’s law
honestly, i’m only really f-cking with the collard greens
to f-ck with me, you’d have a better chance to win the lottery
now stop it, n-gga, its been established that i’m a prophet
and if i make it or not, your b-tch is still gone p-ssy pop it
for a real n-gga
been said f-ck a deal, n-gga
east side where they k!ll n-ggas
ill n-gga, like a flute i trill n-gga
running wit a mill, better peel foe you get spilled
might just cop a coffin if you f-ckin with my chlorophyll

- xilla lyrics

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