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revonoc, matt scott - dead or alive 2 lyrics
“chickity, check b_tch”
bolt action 9130
spike bayonet bl__dy an dirty
insert stripper clip
snipe a lackin b_tch
fishin’ for a l!ck world war kinda sh_t b_tch
camo cargo pants black
a1’s an a tan fn ya
scar tissue my forearm bled
so wrap it up cause an we strikin again
come back kid
shawn michaels
triple h_p
motorcycle
100,000 motha f_cken b_tches wanna eat led
kd astounding
select fire stalkin camp fires in the redwoods like a vampire
hungry hippo drain life force
darth maul sk!ll with a light sword
criminal mind walk_in past yuh
spending the days growing ganja in pastures yeah
hanging ‘em off of the rafters
bodies and weeds harvested so much
cyclically ill jokin round like this comedy murder an drugs supporting your еconomy folding blue bills the b_tches astonishing $1,000 heels sl_tty mеntality
dump a truck full of dead weight on the driveway with that f_ckery
pirate crew southbound empire
cutlass always out the f_cken sheath
metal head ya gold chains i ain’t never givin y’all sh_t b_tch suck a motha f_cken d_ck an flip lemme hit it from the back make it rip
aye
h_llcats just toys german engineering
an a rolls royce i scare ghosts in the night
red dot vector 9 white make it bite
st_rdy aim suppressed drum mag beat on they chest through a cheap vest
yuh my bars crash cars 808 thump hard you see stars hit the deck
yuh
wait till’ i come around, watch ‘em hit the deck
drop back, glock nine hit you with all this led
alive but inside i really feel dead
used to be there for others, now there’s really nothing left
up and down emotions, really got you feelin’ all pressed
if i want it, i get it, yeah true manifest
i could flex, but i’d rather these b_tches get undressed
comeback kid
graveyard classic “feelin’ like rich the kid”
leave you on read, onto the next “d_mn that boy slid”
stay on the run, get off my grid
look at the things that i did
hit it from the back, make it rip
h_llcat supercharged wrapped in matte_black
keep my name in your mouth, i don’t really give a cr_p (what?)
bigger fish to fry, with my a1’s on while i drive
you talk big online, really dawg it was all a lie
y’all care about fame and fortune, more than your own pride
rather have respect for myself than some wealth
told you i had something for your ass
now watch me go off like blast from the past
takin’ out the garbage, n0body wants to hear your trash
the next ricky bobby “i like to go fast”
1,000 hoes just living for all this cash
i’m michael but this ain’t myers, i don’t need no mask (p_ssy)
dropped another tape this year, really did the dash
three tapes, three hoes in my pool watch me make a f_cking splash
“this is a graveyard classic”
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