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southbound - 99zed lyrics

[verse 1]
break into your mammy house
blood is pouring out my mouth
we south bound boys scr*ping up change up out the couch
and i’m kicking it with a dead hoe
riding to the corner store
she brought a bag of blow
but sinatra brought a little more
and i’m pistol gripping, pistol whipping
fistful of the 40 sipping
river city, kicking it toe to toe with you b*tches
and i’m smoking a pack of reds
b*tch i’m feeling like i’m dead
might as well grab the 9 and unload it in my head

[hook]
you a rat, call you 6ix9ine
k!ll you with the bl!cky, uh
gripping on my d*ck
b*tch i’m feeling like 50 bruh
you internet thugging
where the f*ck is your semi, huh?
get the f*ck up out my face
you capping what you keeping tucked
i’m a scum bag baby
hit a l!ck to make a profit
put me in a cage
when you throw the kеy make sure you lock it
and my shawty draw my lines ‘causе i don’t ever f*cking pop it
place the 45 against my skull and then i f*cking c*ck it, uh

[verse 2]
living every day with a hunger for death
either i’ma k!ll someone or i’ma be put to rest
i’ma k!ll these motherf*ckers til’ my cardiac arrest
and my ribs are f*cking vacant ’cause there’s nothing in my chest
coming up from the gutter with n0body by my side
so i snort a line and i sip on cyanide
and i’m trapped inside with the voices in my mind
send a shiver down my spine as i c*ck the 9, uh

[hook]
you a rat, call you 6ix9ine
k!ll you with the bl!cky, uh
gripping on my d*ck
b*tch i’m feeling like 50 bruh
you internet thugging
where the f*ck is your semi, huh?
get the f*ck up out my face
you capping what you keeping tucked
i’m a scum bag baby
hit a l!ck to make a profit
put me in a cage
when you throw the key make sure you lock it
and my shawty draw my lines ’cause i don’t ever f*cking pop it
place the 45 against my skull and then i f*cking c*ck it, uh

[verse 3]
99 with the tool like a mechanic, uh
talking sh*t but when we face*to*face you panic, uh
and you copy all my sh*t, don’t understand it, uh
get your own sh*t, b*tch, quit playing bruh
i’m a young shigaraki, what i touch is in the greats
[?] got the ice up in his veins
all these b*tches try and copy and they always imitate
can never be his b*tch, please allow me to demonstrate
cause i’m a soul reaper, a life stealing dope dealer
and my line is beeping, ’cause i’m a junkie fiending, never sleeping
i’m a menace to society [?]
your b*tch is dropping to her knees
i’m praying hold my jesus piece

[hook]
you a rat, call you 6ix9ine
k!ll you with the bl!cky, uh
gripping on my d*ck
b*tch i’m feeling like 50 bruh
you internet thugging
where the f*ck is your semi, huh?
get the f*ck up out my face
you capping what you keeping tucked
i’m a scum bag baby
hit a l!ck to make a profit
put me in a cage
when you throw the key make sure you lock it
and my shawty [?] ’cause i don’t ever f*cking pop it
place the 45 against my skull and then i f*cking c*ck it, uh

- 99zed lyrics

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