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zmanic – ahh few bars lyrics

me i got the llamas in tahh slaughter goons boom boom boom given h0m-nyms to autotunes im like ight fool i get you with them techs yeah i said techs
no effects rifles like them rednecks
imma let that lead wreck that knife will let ya headrest
jaw up an ya head pezed exposed neck gotta let that dez press ya pecs an out the backs
eatin up these p-ssies like ahh lez about tahh wax ill be bout the tracks
puffin loud packs an stuffin racks no tax
if you bout dat then watch ya backs for ya bout tahh lack
my one n-gga lovin l!cks in gloves an sh-t trigga pull enough tahh cl!ck jus tahh get that stuff that stick
bodies where the tarp fit doin murders like ahh champ do
take the knife insert er hit the carpet wit the shampoo
burn ahh n-gga in the worst degree murder in the first for me
we leaving pieces diced takin lifes like the pops ahh jesus christ
if you tryna imitate me an ya artificial ill straight eliminate g’s an then ill start ahh vigil candle light
grippin pistols an the handles tight slippin missiles flannel height
seein more toes than ya sandals might all tags no childs play body bags in piles lay bout ahh miles way
an ill stay ahh soldier wit my gear tucked an i always got ahh handy tool
tears slip in ya tear duct snitchin like that sammy bull get ya rear f-cked wit no pity like p – diddy in his kilt
snitchin never fit me nitty gritty how i’m built f-ggot n-ggas are the saddest my jacket inhabit madness an havoc
if ya got it i got ahh have it dippin quick interest in murder avid rippin clips im lookin rabid lean we sippin trip an tip f-ckin satisfied ahh rat has died now i got ahh add ahh l!ck ya resist ill be p-ssed hit ahh n-gga wit ahh slab ahh brick
out quicker then ahh rabbit sh-t ya girl sick so she hurl i got ahh have her quick
my sh-t cl!ck turn ahh b-tch to ahh cadaver wit my mad hatter sh-t money tall so tall n-ggas need ahh ladder wit
gun em all pullin triggas evidence tahh tatter with hide sh-t an scatter sh-t
if you got it let ya hip blast b-tch -ss ill leave ya where the crips p-ss an dip fast
an if not ill let them bloods know flood hoes wit blood flow out both you an ya buds nose
given n-ggas ought ohs placed in the same hole ya sl-t goes never apart headshots set in clever tahh start
an the b-tch got lead in tahh sever her heart i ain’t no powerful lawyer funerals full ahh flowers them royers
an i ain’t no judge when n-ggas ain’t budgin jus a few shots hit that n-gga his brother sister mother her mister an cousin
dreamin ahh cheddar in stacks an my fingers lookin orange while im getting better with macs an kickin n-ggas doors in
ahh couple i wish death to brains paint the walls any n-gga they breathe breath to gonn need some gauze
cuz you no sleep on me no matter what ya do best place to see for you will be icu
yeah n-gga icu do you see me ? i stay true k!ll you an flee
that’s how it do an how it be thorough an quick you ain’t even know it
the borough be p-ssed cuz we growin an blowin
talkin more sh-t ? hope ya war fit bullets in orbit get da door hit go through an get ya core bit
n-gga forfeit i take the strap from where i store it out ahh my pocket notice my glock fit fixin tahh mount ahh eye socket
so i c-ck it an rock it n-gga halt you ain’t gone far triggas pull get ya caught in the lumbar
an ahh few in the clavicle bet ya never knew that this rappin bull even had ahh tool
so i hope that lead it taste fine hit the head an waistline
an leave em sh-ttin brown like the middies fire hittin down in the kidneys
mittens an the alleys in the town hid thee fake n-ggas i rid thee so basically ya dead or ya wit me
ain’t stressin on sh-t i do me an let wesson do hits while my mind sprints
if yall confessin no hints ill find clints an shove it in ya belly i glove it an ya smelly wit the violence
choppahs like ya gov get an the heli bringin silence
in my dreams got an o to keep me opposite from low on the finest weeds we blow an plant the finest seeds tahh grow
crib tricked out the finest k!llas say ya highness wit c0ke up in the sinus ain’t sh-t out there like mine is
5 piece an nuggets micky d murder rates crease in the slug fit trick wit me ya sure tahh fade
take ya arms turn em while we tussle quick hits turn ya sternum to ahh puzzle gun like vicks pits jus burnin through the muzzle
catchin bites right tahh left so we keep in sight ahh heft
id like to dap this n-gga up pull him close an unload then cap this n-gga up an heavy dose the elbows
drag em down the f-ckin block still unloading the clip crush his dome wit ahh f-ckin rock make his head explode an jus dip
picked the wrong day to f-ckin talk cuz im exposin ya sh-t an if ya jaw wanna f-ckin knock it’ll hang low like ahh clip
motherf-ckin extendo controlling n-ggas in sh-t like they stuck in nintendo
ill soak ahh joke ahh wit his hocus pocus round his neck ahh rope is n-gga ya hopeless im what ahh loc is
your what ahh joke is i toke the mocha an get back to focus on where the c0ke is im in this dope biz
that coca cola no relation tahh soda i roll ahh o up lookin asian well no duhh
we stroll wit no quota can’t fix or limit the profit l!cks come wit it none off it
pounds an bricks in pockets hope wit da six it all fits get the cough sh-t an some chocolate
leavin n-ggas on lock an thirsty seein coco like we mockin hershey f-ck around ahh no no on ya block the he-rs- be
was never askin for a lot god he never listens jus ahh task an get ahh shot its odd i blast an miss it like the past is on the dot an even if i hit the sh-t the mask is what i got an the moneys lookin like ahh dream run wit me son gun wit me we like ahh team its much needed support for when it seems ahh couple phenes in court an if we caught im takin life the snitch be taught your shakin knifes now shortys back hurts throwin partys in the black shirts black pants fit the body an ya mommy in ahh black skirt paper thick yet the stack hurt f-ck the tricks n-gga match that sh-t wit ahh black he-rs- we know the streets an give no tips ya know that my n-gga throw the beats like clips an call it throwback deploy deep sh-t an call it slow rap keep em pleased leave ahh n-gga no cap trigga creep release we know traps l!cks an cheese brainmatter hit ya ho lap it dont matter watch ahh ho nap hollow mix ya knees automatic follows hailin tips switchin clips till the cl!ck an seaze stingin n-ggas on the grips as if they throwin sticks at bees no eatin jus straw to the lips all in ahh sip if ya trick wit me imma f-ckin magician all the tricks jus stick tahh me ahh l!ck will be new kicks 23’s no trickery ahh pr-ck will be lit like ahh bic or smoked like hickory im sick leave ya sh-t nicked an split bustin strings to the fakes like pics hit the sh-t an this is why that death is rest i squint the eye tahh dress the chest wit hollow tips tahh mess the rest i follow hits my dez confess cops follow sh-t so that dez one less ditch it while i run from em if ahh n-gga wit sh-t imma ride wit em get ya lid hit then hide wit em once the cops an the opps clear imma stop it right here get my guap an ill cop beer 40 oz tahh get my mind clear rollin with my homies so i won’t find fear my n-ggas know my n-ggas blow them triggas go an get cha wit ya ho we ruthless the truth is we beat ya with the pistol till ya -ss is toothless if ya wanna blast we jus p-ss too quick wit those two fists uppercut till we gas ya -ss cuz we do this im mindless wit no road no whip the kindest get ahh ho tahh strip hit ya take ya soul an dip an dine as this new o is lit you got ahh goal well mine is hit this dro an spit now most you n-ggas think you push all cuz of the link an kush you n-ggas eat the pink an tush f-ckin wit the stink an bush alls i f-cks wit is one b-tch she ride or die an tuck sh-t while ya run snitch an duck hits cuz you done b-tch only fit wit that f-ck sh-t i stay fit cuz im stuck wit ahh big chopper that make me proper she wanna spit an i can’t stop er so i stay top her an load her up i spray pop er an hold em up like b-tches where that cash be if ya tryna catch me ill be happy tahh put ya -ss where that trash be then go home like im l-ssie tired of this struggling im chillin at the crib got the iron an we cuddlin waitin for a l!ck then we fire an we double in our stacks quick b-tches want the d-ck cuz im trouble an i wax sl!ck but im loyal an i mean that i keep ahh 38 an ah tre where the neen(nina) at n-ggas wanna hate while they lay where the scene at hit ya in the spleen splat weight up where the lean at i turnt the murder rate up cuz i always been ahh mean cat sh-t is deep right before it hits it creeps its funny with the hints no leaps wantin money like the mints no leafs so ya packin clints walkin streets your minds without ahh tint an talks while your back in sleep in vision deep within ahh mac ann g’s ain’t no micky d’s i ain’t sayin mac an cheese n-gga mac an g’s sticky g’s packin these leave ahh black nina tease an spray cats like ahh fat n-gga sneeze bullets piercin rapid on the sprees i could pull it fierce an that’d get ya eased cap released buckshot got n-ggas takin naps in trees an what not halt n-gga my gats been gettin pleased if ya gotta strap yep bet that sh-t gettin siezed trappin like ahh rats been gettin squeezed rappin spittin caps an gettin cheese while they talkin sh-t in need ahh crest i stalk an hit ya need ahh vest in the coffin sits ahh bleedin chest of ahh soft an lit pleadin mess straight exterminate we don’t need ahh pest n-ggas m-st-rbate sure tahh hate quicker than my laughter rate bullets givin head aches an the medics come in after late k!ll ya mother an ya father so we f-ckin wit ahh b-st-rds fate got heat like we southern yet we gunners in ahh blastin state go r-t-rded on ahh ho like an autistic kid smoke an get low an you know the biscuit hid pull up an hit ya lid i f-cks wit no kids cuz i gots ahh hit list an sh-t haha that was just ahh kid send drones to ya home im obama i miss the kids only difference my llama touches my wrist tahh grip you a b-tch -ss hittin children wit missles b-tch im poor an your rich yet that door to my 20’s in mids money won’t mean sh-t cuz no n-gga will be grumy wit my kids talkin that sh-t this world’s out wit targets that hit receive no remorse i roll it i spark it i hit an i need now no more with no smoke im not me can’t function won’t listen i roll smoke im c-cky will not be ahh christian myself my religion this world she’s my b-tch an im shovin my fist in f-ck all them bros dissin talk sh-t an ill listen f-ck up your condition young bulls on some dumb sh-t talkin an walkin as if they on some drum sh-t long clip spill clips bong hits an thrill trips as if you all tough some of ya cool but ya b-tches all bluff i love my bros love my fam shout out keep it all tucked n-ggas creep wit dumb luck count it leaches enough to suck all yall blood im tryna stay real yet theese n-ggas is mud dirt an jus bull sh-t runnin the mouth pump to the mouth reach the brains an leave em all out im insane ahh believer ahh doubt never listen jus envision those higher in position droppin towers scarin christians bunch ahh liars an b-tches war is red for the blood yet green seems to reach to theese liars up above wanna call them n-ggas thugs yet you the ones placin bugs b-tch please they sellin dubs tryna grub cuz this system isn’t with em it jus whips em if they lippin acknowledges the pain within yet kicks em while they limpin so now they rob the system dump the clip an im 40 sippin hit the spot pull the hot if the shorty trippin pull the pot bong rippin so im truely trippin lil n-gga now im surely dippin i like cheese an nike ease. if i sight jeez. i light jeez. i cough an i sneeze while i puff on my cheese. green cheese green crack ayy kay. cherry pie 8k on top one rack jus a tip. yet i drop one stack rims 26 wit the sh-ts iraq. b-tches wanna lip like i slack. come talk sh-t to my track. one hit seein black no n-gga but i clap. as soon as i burn straps. lean back an spray macs i spit facts wit trey laps. of iron while im firing so stay back. well it seems money is control. dead presidents the role. of a n-gga lose his soul. then he rob you from ahh hole. at the end i see no purpose we just failed as we begun another stupid f-ckin creature didn’t know what we had done to come into this f-ckin show of weakness we have run see as me im done chill pull the f-ckin dutch ain’t no rush for dyin ain’t no loss of touch my vision an my mind is the god i trust while grippin on the iron while it f-ckin rust out here in the rain smiling while i bust for crust an get the bread stay true to your vocabulary before these n-ggas get ahh clue of all the trash ya burry stickin like some glue to you that past you carry b-tches you had em but the game that b-tch that you had to marry keeps you locked in ahh room with all that sh-t that ya carry im thinkin ahh gats that vary iphone main sh-t trap with the blackyberry i guess ima dumb f-ckin kid cuz i idolize thugs cuz the thugs up above get none ahh my love f-ck the system takes guns an runs drugs through doctors yet nugs ain’t proper to love f-ck all the buzz im higher than f-ck k!ll n-ggas like myers dumb luck an some plyers buck shots for torture an murder leave snitches an lyers tahh rot. i paint wit ya blood the portrait the burner carves out in the mud the one n-gga high off the bud other n-gga wit the wire an slug i give this fire ahh tug b-tch you ahh scrub trust me n-gga im higher above this world is as simple as love learn it an know it my n-gga we all get along but see its bout that paper n-ggas wantin p-ssy they don’t ask before they take her in other words f-cked up people an their makers like jesus he the savior b-tch f-ck that sh-t you know its fake come an suck this d-ck like its flavored wit this dro i bake papers an listen to these politicians i used to never give ahh f-ck but now sh-t jus be in my visions like n-ggas runnin no gun police never missin the spot where the badge is mark where the b-tch is rip to the youngins lost out there flippin i never lived it jus mentally visit through lines when ya spit sh-t money trees im croppin crystals on the leafs
murder is a trend and my spits ahh disease 23 hightops an theese pistols up my sleeves buckshots spread infectious cuttin n-ggas like c sections smokein dank ill demonstrate what the pen does an teach lessons my friends all keep wessons 38 revolvin smoke like cheech’d be present id say pray for me yet belief it ain’t present i nut up on opinions like ahh tranny n-gga nut up on some linen light the bud up guess im sinnin cuz the devil he my n-gga an his level is my minion f-ck nahh im jus kiddin the f-ck is ahh religion its ahh f-ckin up decision hit up lens crafters n-gga cuz they f-ckin up ya vision shortly then after triggas got ya duckin in ya kitchen all up in the fridge when shots hit ya b-tch then im rich from what your missin went from highschool with the back pack to smokin cats bein ahh high bull smokin the lack pack never f-ckin wit crack yet one hit thats jus it ain’t got sh-t back in track yet savage sh-t hype lit like ahh crack head been known tahh crack heads like studderin produces spit call it mac lead new clip straight hits till the tracks dead im sane cuz i rap lead while the pigs an the strapped feds for no reason keep leavin theese blacks dead

- zmanic lyrics

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