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kill we! - arrazane lyrics

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[arrazane]
throwing shots they missed us
dumping out the extra
steel in the mixture
shredding like a rockstar
diamonds dancing
limp bizkit on my wrist huh
stepping with the ricks huh
looking like a zebra
two tone on my blister
just throwed on margiela
from a different era
competition isnt safe its giving errors
looking at a mirror tell me what it say huh
neck froze alaska drowning in a lake huh
if you lack the bread then better get yo cake up
smoking so much green that i represent the nature
only rocking real fur so f*ck peta
and my girl so bad she my mamacita
give her everything she want but i dont ask for favors
vv’s like a crater i won’t call you later
tricks up the sleeve like i’m faker
never tripping off of fake love heat detector on my radar
its pointing at the glock huh
pockets so big i need to get a ruler
apart from my tool huh
won’t be scared to shoot ya
linked in the park that means i will play ya
getting that whitney i throw it in bentleys
i run around town no matter what city
diamonds they p*ssing this sh*t get acidic
and the whip all black obsidian huh
spending a check and i’m making it back
put the word on the set ain’t no waiting up
i’m putting the game on a leash if you sue me
with company im beating the case huh
dont f*ck with piracy i’m on my grind you see
got my flag up just in case they trying me
ain’t no trailer but i’ll turn your ass to a teaser
don’t want them eyeing me
robbing your sh*t putting your ass back in poverty
stacking up all the quantity
get the drop like baghdad pop the the trunk the next day
never cared bout what they say, sipping on the rosé
they be angry like a protest, i be chilling like a faucet
holding on my heat huh, touch me i will burn ya
gripping on the ruger, dead bodies in designer
smoking skywalker, my blunt is like a saber
you’re just an imitator, rz the maker
dropshipped your hoe to another f*cking level
r1,r2,l1,x,left,down,right,up,left,down,right,up on my wrist huh
rz

[lil moon]
[?]
[swirf]
boy i pulled up with 2 bands
it is heavy so i steady pull up my pants
and u steady talking i’ma put you in trans
boy you dont got half of a chance
when i show up its the end of the romance
thats the reason why you always looking so mad
let my glock do the dance
see my face thru the glass
i’m a boy with class
run it back run it back
shoot his body and his back
on my name on my lap
caught you lacking ain’t no running boy you done now
wanna pipe up well its time to f*cking pipe down
i’ve been at it for so long b*tch i’m hard now
and i see that everybody think that they up now
and i notice everybody think they hot now
lemme tell me you b*tch you not hot
if a p*ssy talk we cl!ck quack
he was talking and he got shot
b*tch you know you not a dumb thot
and i told you i dont got time for no fake love

i need a bad b*tch on my face
how many b*tches you got? eight
i am the person that they chase
and i need more of that f*cking bass
none of these b*tches are safe
they digging out they graves
head to the shoulders to they waists
thats where i motherf*cking aim
i’m under dirt but i’m runnin up
runnin up runnin up runnin up
i see that b*tch and i double up
double up double up double up
woah

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