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lord sizzle - darkmeat كلمات الأغنية

bodies b-burn in the street
t-t-turn into dark meat
fingers curled up on the heat
delete these n-ggas, kiss my feet
then l1ck the ring, the choppa sing like “la la la”
the industry would like that, huh?
i done keep my new b-tch cuffed
your last win’s irrelevant just like the cubs’
f-ck the police but i will still shoot ya mug
slimy n-ggas get them slugs
buggin’ out like tribe, now where do you derive?
your b-tch done used her iphone on her cl-t as an improv vibe when you called
i had balled my way away from where they ball
blacktop business, b-tches suckin’ d-ck to purchase more withdrawals
desert eagle in my draws, full clip and i use it all
leavin’ stigmas in a n-gga hand and fill ’em with my sauce
n-ggas tradin’ bullet holes for duckets, stuff ’em my bucket
light the ruckus in a blunt that’s fat than frostee rucker
ramen in my stomach, cancer in my gullet from the vicey
but i’m icy, shootin’ dice up on the sidewalk
mix the lean within the hi-c
neon beams beneath the civic
power pivot, punch a n-gga leave a divot in his sipper at the picnic
put my fingers up the zipper of his sister, i’mma hit it
then i dip into the crib and play transistor for a minute
drippin’ head to toe in b-tches
snitches don’t get st-tches, they get put in ditches
i’ll crack a n-gga like porcelain dirty dishes
my inches are not fict-tious
watches rags to riches re-runs
on my capcom sh-t, i’m finished

- lord sizzle

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