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comeback! - autotxne lyrics

i’m dying
but imma come back
bouta count these racks
hands out get slapped
bouta smack the sh*t outta any one with my name in their mouth
i been chilling with my feet up on the couch (x2)

oh my god god dang bl!ckygang
milu all up on my d*ck but umm his mouth is kinda lame
p*ss stain diamonds on my chain
demon thoughts inside my brain
bouta smack a b*tch while sippin actavis i’m on my game
what the f*ck you think you started
tried to dox but failed they too r*t*rded
i’m a catch em running errands for his mommy at the local target
what im sippin make me move lethargic
make my verses hit the hardest
mix it up no martial artist

i’m dying
but imma come back
bouta count these racks
hands out get slapped
bouta smack the sh*t outa any one with my name in their mouth
i been chilling with my feet up on the couch (x2)

run them bands up
b*tches on my d*ck like george costanza
i just ashed my cigarette on your girls left hand bruh
your mom calls me handsome
bouta throw a tantrum
only things inside my pocket b*n*r and a handgun

this sh*t makes me nauseous
imma bouta give em hearing aids
k!lled em with a big knife
pants get wet like lemonade
i was in the special ed classroom
with bl!cky gang
bring it back like boomerang
pistol blow a boomers brains
back of the class f*cked up daddy’s oxys
never paid attention to what anybody taught me
posted up on doxbin
lace his blood with toxins
now i’m blowin up like running races up in boston

- autotxne lyrics

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