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kill bill: the rapper - magnolia [freestyle] كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
in new york, i milly rock
city cops get dismembered
b-tch slides and he [?]
getting high ’til november
preaching to a sinner
smoking on that doja cat
i remember summer’s, freestylin’ over [?]
400 degrees
i’m f-ckin’ bow huntin’ for trees
break the backwoods down
i’mma sip it ’til i drown
water it down
hydration turned to saturation, ho, dumb b-tch
i’m in the future b-mpin’ saturation 4

[verse 2]
i think i’m lil boosie
cellphone with the bluetooth
your favorite rapper’s just another clone for me to chew through
homie got a screw loose
boy these drugs beaucoup
i think i’m doing voodoo
i ain’t been servin’ my weight
what is the purpose of fate?
ho, they be rackin’ that [?]
oughta be talkin’ to chicks
i be [?] the whip
talkin’ madness
droppin’ acid
playing zelda
buggin’
watchin’ talkin’ catfish

[verse 3]
my girl be swimmin’
she be swimmin’ where the zora’s swim
life advice: make music & ignore your friends
i took substances until i grew bored of them
surprise, surprise, now i’m sober and i’m bored again
get kick-shift-flipped, eddy gordo
catch me in the bed, eat the p-ssy like digiorno
it’s not delivery but—
you gotta be kiddin’ me
now every rapper on the internet gotta be friends with me

[verse 4]
sh-t’s weird
y’all want somethin’ when i’m stuntin’ but you wasn’t with me when my plays were next to nothin’ but…
f-ck ’em
i’m bouta stop rappin’
where were you when the beat stopped slappin’
where were you when the weed stopped workin’
where were you when the knees stopped jerkin’
dippin’ the chemical
sippin’ the mineral
got the game f-cked up
this sh-t is unwinnable

[verse 5]
f-ck around on bam-bam
i’m [?]
you don’t want it but i need it
i say different strokes
trynna get under my skin
that’s the stick and poke
if it ain’t broken then don’t fix it, but this b-tch is broke
sip and pour
i just pour and sip
how i paint emotions out when i’m emotionless
stare at walls
watch ’em move
havin’ flashbacks
tell your favorite nerdy rapper, give my swag back

[verse 6]
[?] kids [?] kids [?] honey [?]
i fit my whole d-mn life inside a backpack
scratch that
peel the mask back
if you want me that so much then you can have that
sh-t’s eternal, ho
remember me through art
i’m trynna find that little f-ckin’ sparkle in the dark
every night somebody message quotin’ backwoods
and i appreciate that sh-t but i ain’t that good

[verse 7]
in new york
i milly rock
she told me, “billy stop”
they say they like my music but ‘lil b-tch don’t really rock
i don’t know no sh-t
don’t own no sh-t
man, really i don’t watch
don’t grow no sh-t
don’t run this sh-t
no really, i should stop

[outro]
did pi’erre ever find his way outdoors?
i’m concerned about pi’erre’s well-being

(yo pi’erre wanna come out here?)
(b-tch -ss n-gg-, f-ck that n-gg- man)

man that’s not cool
how they gonna call him a b-tch
when they been askin’ him to come outside the whole d-mn time?
f-cked up if you ask me
um
it’s weird being in front of a microphone
it’s been like a minute

i new york i milly rock
suckin on some c-ck
hide it in my crocs
hide it in my crocs

- kill bill the rapper

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