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christ dillinger - nemo كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(808 mafia)

[verse 1: christ dillinger]
i got his b_tch in the car and she’s suckin’
i’m packin’ that thing, i ain’t doin’ no runnin’
i’m whippin’ that crack in the kitchen, it’s bubblin’
his money real low, he [?]
jumped over these n_ggas, it wasn’t a hurdle
my money on hares and your money on turtles
i pop me a perc and it’s blue like a squirtle
i move with the drugs, run the pot like a circle
i’m stickin’ my d_ck in her mouth in the bathroom stall
b_tches like pokémon, i gotta catch ’em all
white boys keep callin’ my phone for that adderall
ask me where the b_tches, i tell you “you got ’em all”
i sellin’ crack on thе corner, like lemonadе
i bring your b_tch in the room and i desecrate
run up on me, i put you in an early grave
finna blow up on these n_ggas, like hand grenades
you thought you was down, but you just an affiliate
i put a perc in the blunt, are you feelin’ it?
n_ggas be waitin’ on me to fall
i guess ’cause n_ggas be talkin’ ’bout guns and all
i’m all the mall ballin’ hard with no basketball
he hit my line for the work and i tax him
i’m movin’ that black or that white, michael jackson
i’m f_ckin’ two b_tches, i’m makin’ them swap
all this ice make it hard to tell time on my watch
i pick up your b_tch in a benz and her jaw drop
we movin’ the rock on the block like it’s hop scotch
she get on all fours and i’m puttin’ my feet up
we be switchin’ the loud with [?]
her boyfriend suspicious ’cause i leave the seat up
[?] so you don’t wanna leave it up
i really be with that stick, like a hockey pucks
said he was good with the gas, he ain’t do enough
i pour two [?] of that drank in my beverage
hallow tip rip through his vest and they hemmorage
all of these ho’s on my c_ck when i walk in
run up on me, you walk out in a coffin
you said he was bald, not [?]
if you get in front, please don’t do no talkin’
i’m doin’ me, like i m_st_rbate
i do not mean to exaggerate
but my d_ck meter is sixty_eight
this d_ck knock a b_tch in another dimension
outside on the percs, [?]
you throwin’ a show, that’s a p_ssy convention
i got a bape hat [?] count racks in it
n_ggas be sayin’ they dark, they adopted it
just saw a british n_gga, he was like “cheerio”
i put a hole in a n_gga, like cheerio
we sippin’ don julio, you sippin’ tito
got [?] moon rocks, blood and burrito
my plug is a mexican, he call me mijo
good prices on weed and great prices on gringo
ran off the plug, he can’t find me, i’m nemo
[bridge]
83, here he is

[verse 2: 83hades]
shots at his tour bus, we the bang bros
catch me at the beach takin’ pics with your main ho
close her throat, that b_tch get strangled
if i’m in the mood, then the p_ssy getting mangled
if christ still [?] then the case closed
i got two perc 30’s and a faygo
i got two large masks and a straight coat
better watch your f_ckin’ mouth, boy, meet the draco
got me bringin’ out the loud toys for your bankroll
hit your b_tch, me and her got entangled
did a drive_by, now i gotta lay low
know some b_tches that’ll do whatever for a peso
she tell all her friends what we did, she a snake, ho
either move around or you gon’ get pushed out the way, bro
i be getting tired, hit it from a different angle
listen to my demons, but it’s shoutout to my angels
wanna l!ck me, then you gon’ need the right time
said that i don’t want it, now i got your little b_tch cryin’
playin’ way too much, we might have to f_ckin’ deep_fry ’em
if i see a single opp around me, then they all dyin’
d_ck up in the p_ssy, yeah, b_tch, we be unifyin’
all this static on my f_ckin’ hip, it be electrifyin’
pullin’ out the gl!ck and they be runnin’, it’s so terrifyin’
why f_ck you hittin’ up my line if you ain’t gonna write it?
[outro: 83hades]
i ain’t f_ckin’ with none of y’all, all of y’all can suck my d_ck
f_ck, spider gang, rare, triple 9, f_ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
gang

- christ dillinger

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