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biinjo & $ega 死 お金 愛 - instakill lyrics
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[hook: $ega 死 お金 愛 & drape]
asking for a word lil b_tch we f_cking past that
mixing up some chems better wear a f_cking gas mask
b_tch you talk a lot of sh_t for a n_gga who in a trash bag
spin the block up on yo brother, that n_gga gon steal your hashtag
night vision yeah i’m taking my mask off
hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat c_ck
b_tch i knockout a n_gga like call of duty or black ops
b_tch that p_ssy a critical, make a n_gga wanna pop off
[verse 1: $ega 死 お金 愛]
get a instak!ll finna take his f_cking soul
pack_a_punch my f_cking gun, yeah that sh_t f_cking blow
drag em straight to h_ll, grab the motherf_cking gold
got more k!lls than f_cking satan, try to make me death row
put a cross on his head like a motherf_cking priest
ray gun times 2, then you gonna rest in peace
cocaine in my nose cause i’m running on e
got goons outside finna f_cking free me
new chains, shackles, stay, rattled
y’all inside a herd like you motherf_cking cattle
iepd keep tryna go to battle
i told em good try you gon’ have to f_cking paddle
away, throw em in sp_ce
omni_man bloodl_st, lock me in a cage
crush his whole head with my hands, enraged
rearrange his neck cause he didn’t f_cking pay, augh
[hook: $ega 死 お金 愛 & drape]
asking for a word lil b_tch we f_cking past that
mixing up some chems better wear a f_cking gas mask
b_tch you talk a lot of sh_t for a n_gga who in a trash bag
spin the block up on yo brother, that n_gga gon steal your hashtag
night vision yeah i’m taking my mask off
hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat c_ck
b_tch i knockout a n_gga like call of duty or black ops
b_tch that p_ssy a critical, make a n_gga wanna pop off
[verse 2: biinjo]
oppa tryna fight, night night, lights out hoe
k!ll that f_cker, put him on a shirt ‘cus his stats low
blood splatter when i blast a gat at his head tho
hear them bullets pop from the heater in my hands, hoe
pack_a_punch my tommygun, i’m shootin up yo whole block
got a speakeasy, in my pocket, got a double glock
mustang and sally, got the sh_t that make the party rock
redfoo tryna mix the sprite up with that quality wock
instak!ll, i pop the pill, the record deal
be comin’ to me in no time
sega, drape, and bingo here, our motives clear
we tend to steer the f_ckin’ party into our line
never gotta mention that our music gettin’ numbers
all the boys in r10t! at the top, we never fumble
blast another opp for talkin’ sh_t, he quit the mumble
magnum in my hand make these m_th_f_ckers crumble, gone
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