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huskii - lyiing kiings lyrics
(verse 1)
every motherfucker wanna copy
i be confident when i spit & you rappers c-cky
i ain’t really hearing anything you say
get the fuck out my way, before the bodies be droppin’
i won’t be stoppin’ til i’m showing these lame cats
when i play games, it’s for keeps, no take backs
you can save face, while i try to make raps
when i spray mates, on my grind to break backs
i been walking round beaming
nobody wanna know how i been
i been trynna drown all my demons
but these motherfuckers know how to swim
and i don’t even know how to escape it
drop one track, people thinking that i made it
taggin’ me in videos, you f-ggots better save it
i don’t really care, cuz all you rappers comin’ basic
i’mma hit em with the venom again
won’t stop me til i’m mentioned wit’ trem
i go hard til i’m sent to the pen
i got court on the seventh again, for sentencin’, then
probably gettin’ locked away
they might send me to t’ward cause i’m mental as them
i’m like hopsin, aye; ill mind. smokin’ on the weed, to stop the pain
cookin’ on my goose, i’m just a rock away
(hook)
sick of living all these ghetto ways
swear to god, i gotta get away
take a shot, i’m trynna devestate, reality
becuz i’m sick of trynna get it straight (x2)
(verse 2)
all these kings lyiing like zazu
watch a real motherfucker straight p-ss you
while i’m sitting sideways like my cars do
you make me wanna rap, making you thinkin’ it’s too hard to
fake motherfuckers coming like cartoons
put the x on your eyes, you’re a mark, dude
hit a lame rapper up wit the harpoon
or this tomahawk flow, as soon as i start to
posted up with the raiders hat
or in the bed with my bad b-tch laying back
or in the lab wit my home boys makin’ dabs
yeah, you heard what i said.. there ain’t no fakin’ that
don’t believe it, i don’t give a motherfuck
cuz lately, i ain’t hearing nothing but
made sick, and brainsick, out t’back of my truck
cuz i’m ridin’ thru, while y’f-ggots ridin’ t’shuttlebus
my flow doctor clarence
but i still need my scales to balance
never be given in. i be taking that challenge
wit th bottle of xanny’s, i could just take em and vanish
i been on the edge, been on the bridge
yeah, been on the ledge, been on that binge
yeah, been off my head
but i’m k!lling these b-tches, i fill em wit lead
won’t stop til the team on the top
huskii, son. heated muzic, he the cream of the crop
give a motherfucker a beat
i’mma chop it up into pieces, you’ll see what i got
i make your brainumb like the blow do
cuz nobody know what i go through
i’mma let you down. i ain’t trynna hold you, up
i’m too busy, on my grind, and i told you
i barely hold my shit together
stuck in streets, on this shit forever
no umbrella, a dumb fella
so i sit in the rain, trynna switch the weather
(hook)
sick of living all living all these ghetto ways
swear to god, i gotta get away
take a shot, i’m trynna devestate, reality
cuz i’m sick of trynna get it straight
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