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I Wanna Be The Superbug When I Grow Up Lyrics - Artist : $ilkMoney
Popped out on a nigga like the Hell Date midget
Then wash my feet in the river with 90 proof liquor until it kill the fish that were swimmin' in it Dry my souls with Chanel linens as I cry my soul will be Hell's Kitchen, a Cunio with a unique low, hittin' scale limits Want nothin' good, but the good riddance, get it? Cig lit it infant like Camel crushes in them fictions Stand with us and get in it and get sticked with the tip of ice picks or picket fences Hid the brick in the credenza next to cinnamon tinted lenses with mahogany frames suspended PS1 18 district I'm the man hanging with pigeons I probably came with a vengeance but I just can't remember Shit it could be dangerous in this shit so I came with a range of some missiles a Gang of different ranges of bitches and all 'em equipped with pistols with spangled glimmers as I explain You get tangled up in it Rearrange then get changed to a train to move quicker It's the difference you niggas don't rap well, you just rap fast Crazy how a nigga look like Maxwell with these rubber gloves and black Glad trash bags Hid the bodies in the same spot we hid the cash at Pretendin' airplanes in the night sky was [?] our flight but it was the one droppin' bombs over Baghdad Contaminate the pipes and go wash your ass with a water bottle, get a populous Yellow food for mosquitoes, now we all survivors Traded two eights for the .38 to my partner Outside the Costco this bomb I got from Obama so special, I called it Roscoe Shit nigga, your affidavit? The matrix made it It was your chance at escapin' and you, just didn't take it And the shame is you just would've made it the Musical blunt and it's safe to say that you should face it So close to the, forbidden fruits of my labor I can almost taste it |
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