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aka clive burrows - type100 كلمات الأغنية

[clive burrows]
nice hijab
the b-tch curry, or maybe arab
the d-ck flirty updressies
she messy saying “look mama, no hands!”
p.v-ing flowing that i stole
i’ll leave you edgar allan poe, a no-show
to the catacombs of hammurabi
black lagoons with al-ghadfi
sick as f-ck, so nose is snotty, f-ck the party
posted in the hallows
with a shallow ho who swallow
only models, cause they callow, f-ck feelings
pop a bottle champagne, cop a little of that caviar
yeah, n-gga we f-cking cl-ssy, cocaine bars bought in foreign cars
rouge hues, blue jewels are crude voodoo
my modules are illogical
listen to the rest and you could end up in a hospital, n-gga

[bigz]
the consequence is showing death
to anybody who wanna test everless
complex vets, put six bullets in ur chest
while i excess on blessed steps inclining to the chest
treasure better than lettermens guns and close friends
bigz at large im never gettin caught
tommy guy pigs say hi to my burning cigar
my lil homie green sticky runnin from the law
ball hard so a n-gga never fall
countin stacks bleeding vamps biting b-tches like drac
i got em fiening like crack, i say you other rappers whack
sk!lls intact my pack loud make mommas frown downtown
where the trap house moves pounds
[move them pounds out there]
apocalypse on your cl-toris
floor it shordies boring im h-rny d-ck
spit with iron when i fire your local supplier
the situations dire, when i ask who got the fire
who got it
[thats a wrap]

- aka clive burrows

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