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xilla13 - oldie lyrics

pootie mungis
hol my d+ck while i hold this mic
so i can hit some flows to make ya girl feel alright
how tight she is how right it is
all night we spend
f+ckin’ in cars and sh+t
got more bars than a pharmacist

saltier than a bowl of grits
that dude from missisipp
that dude who stole yo b+tch
that fl!ck deliverance
ya b+tch the pig
like mista big
i’ll bum a cig
i’ll split ya wig
xilla classic

magic, what i spit and cards on the table
talk sh+t get more shots than clark gable
a fable, the kind only seen on basic cable
that’s daytime sh+t seen by women named mabel

i’m able, finess a b+tch right off ya do it softly
i never spend a penny on a hoe look what she bought me
she got her own money then she buy her own coffee
come back cryin b+tch then get the f+ck up off me
grape cigorilla
vanilla drug dealla
you mad, i feel ya
but don’t f+ck with xilla
we break in ya indow
f+cked up on benzo
jay in da benzo
we cold blooded k!llaz
knock at ya door
throw rocks at ya ho
she look like a rose
but she still gon wilter
weep fo daddy pill head
had to get his thrills in
blood is absorbed
cause the fabric is quilted

this sh+t’s hotter
than chips outta
the fryer from fryin
ya b+tch hotter
than drips outta
my backwoods i’m lyin’
i stay with swisha
cause they stick and getcha
higher than a b+tch uh
share it with yo sista
choke hold’ll get ya
two hits’ll lift ya
backwoods don’t do that good for me mista
back with another one
i rapture the match book
pro with the mac book
slow with the mac bruh
don’t trust her she got
hectic lies
electric eyes
eclectic thights
i’m in my time
opening my mind
scared what i’ma find
have you seen my pine?
have you seen my pine?
this beat’s potatos i’m just the gravy
but you can’t call it dinner till we bring the boy macy
sh+ts amazing
still amazing
xilla boys back with another banger blazing
chasin’ when the sh+t’s changin’
counter productive what the f+ck you thankin’
macy like some dlc that dude only unlockable
bring them xilla boys cause you know that they unstoppable

jesus h. macy
young n+gga with an old soul
so cold the beat froze like i took a photo (yo)
i dont move n+ggas move at my say so
and if they don’t ill cut a n+gga off like i’m kratos
rock bandanas like a halo
know the best sweeter than strawberries and mangos
flowing straight lava blow like a volcano
grade a n+gga someone tell me why my grades low
ayyoo ay bro
none a ya’ll ain’t f+cking with the vault boy
ride dirty with captain murphy ya’ll ain’t in the cult boy
the clique boy hating n+ggas hop up off my d+ck boy
n+ggas just mad the ice dripping off my pimp boy
3000 won’t stop till i see thousands
3 million 3 stacks up to the ceiling
the madvillain won’t stop till the pigs squealing
we don’t feel em n+gga stay out ya feeling

teardrxp
cynical aggression plague my surroundings
demon’s approaching with bad intentions sprouting
they overpowering, succumb to the madness
destroy the masses then i vanish
be glad that my pen and pad weren’t lost in the panic

of course i see the wrong and the right
the longer i write
the dark and the night
becoming harder to fight

tranquilize my thoughts
burn me like an effigy
televise my fall
all ahead of me are my enemies

call me a bad guy
color blind with the white lies
super kicks
just for you and your d+mn wife

drinking a mixture of potions
so i’m high off emotions
causing chaos all around me tonight
blow the smoke off the shotgun
and get your chest shot
if you think you a tough guy

sn+tch your family’s dignity
when i human centipede
rip apart your anatomy
taking pics for my tapestry
haha
now that’s what i call a catastrophe
@jesus h. macy you can throw the lyrics on g+niuse now that we got everyone

oni
as i awaken, my love!
don’t be mistaken
intake what i’m bout to say
but i really think that i’m satan
wait, no, that was misstated
i’m more like a f+cking goblin
but slob on my kn+b regardless
50 sock em, leave em jawless
busta, poppa, and sean
donovan, they got em hollerin
in the mirror, to make a following
i’m simply hallowing
no role modelz
i’m “storming the whole bottle”
in prophecy to the box i’m intending to crown my noggin with

rap god sh+t, pretty flack, sprinkle in some nas
can’t forget the odd future squad, with the +n+log
if they put a n+gga on a cross, flip it on the top
so i can see you motherf+ckers drop, drop like it’s hot
tie the knot, loose, nah, sipping goose, channel orange juice, and proceed to crawl my head into that noose
ooh
i’m a gook, knotty headed crew, burn the f+ckin booth
if you play that way, then imma mothaf+ckin shoot
you

bounce as i ascend, this is it, the results are in
you a b+tch, lets not pretend, now revel in my incandescence
still shining, that’s luminescence
infested with higher presence
never guess what i’m doing next
bruh my mind like that architect
don’t test me, that’s xxx
wet, flex, it’s all finesse
got a vest to protect ya chest
but i’m aiming above the neck
might invest in some rounds of lead
or in getting your head right
i ignited my spiteful siphon
to smiting your life at my expense

caustic, spit sickening sl!cker than ya moms, b+tch
i’m very often, balling, you n+ggas charles barkley
k!lla karma, blast at ya head, you matt martians
starving, eat her on my lips, i’m steve harvey
not sorry
for funeral processions
of your rap career, i’ve ended
with my highly lethal weapon
no condolence sent
i call it “purgin of the lesser”
really a blessing
i’ve put to rest your feeble flexin
now that’s a lesson
in how you speak before a god
xilla gang usher in the new era of your tomorrow

- xilla13 lyrics

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