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talisman - eric north & ashton black lyrics

[intro: eric north]
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uh, uh, yeah

[verse 1: eric north]
b*tch i’m hotter than sahara, panera inside my pockets
i got rulers for the class if any students out of pocket
throw his b*tch a couple drugs, they all assorted, made her cough it
got my d*ck inside her socket, she lock me in like a locket
melt bl**dy on the tracks, like i’m sn*tching a weave
dishonorably you are trash and i have never been pleased
apply pressure to your neck and then i bite it to feel
you gon’ need a new body for your body to heal
king of the hill, i’m stealing all your buddy’s bills
on fire, gеtting drunk, ask how my tummy will feel
i need sleep, so i’m bathing in some seroquel
bеnzos same counter as my money still, ayy
why the f*ck they talking, my conscience is steady knocking
i hit a n*gga for fun, or the rush, or whatever’s popping
i’m dirty, i need a 30, you lucky, i’m out of wack
boy, it’s facts, all black when i’m faded up of the yac, ayy

[verse 2: ashton black]
kalashnikov bussin’, that n*gga said something
hot steel with the wood grips, get ya ass dropped, this a lethal weapon
taliban, i’m nuclear, little n*gga got his feelings hurt
compact lil’ lucifer, grimy n*gga still doin’ dirt
i am no liar, play round with that fire
i never get tired, leave n*ggas expired
come through with the suppressor
n*ggas know it’s a stressor
hit ya heart in fact, that’s a heart attack
f*ck a cardiac, think i’m ashton black
bet i peep you with the nvgs
choppas bumpin’ like mp3s
what you know about ieds
speed dial on the cellular
dial 9 for f*ck you, bruh
what the f*ck you got problem for
know we kickin’ in the front door
run the bag n*ggas, hit the floor, yeah
new .38, yeah, hide it in my sock
pop ’em in the spine, man
watch him milly rock
motherf*ck’ an opp dog
rather grab the glock
.30 on it longways
laser with the dot
know, i serve it hot, man
know, i serve it hot
know, i serve it hot, man
drop him fast, do the dash
show no fear, shotty blast
grab the bag, light the rag
torch this sh*t, gotta blast
leave ’em sad, attitude
that boy mad, i’m his dad
false moves, body bags
laughin at em, sinbad

- eric north ashton black lyrics

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