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burn him! - fiction fake lyrics

(verse 2) *
thick latina thot, she do what i say so
go to costa rica, don’t need a peso
took out so much money, i make the bank close
i’m not hatin’, i got more than a bankroll
i’m from a place of the town where you stay down
you get popped just for chasin’ some clout
look at my money, the greatest right now
off of that perc baby, open your mouth
i’ll so dripped out, need a collab with gucci
send him a vid of mе smackin’ her booty
she gave mе top in mof*ckin’ two*seat
f*ck whoopty, but i still got the blue cheese

(hook) *
spin on your block n*gga, know that we purgin’
talkin’ that sh*t til’ the hollows start hurtin’
it’s about money and me, i’m determined
lemme catch em’ lackin’ n*gga, i’ll burn him
send him to h*ll on some lucifer sh*t
put him on a cross, that’s some crucifix sh*t
these n*ggas not us, they not doin’ this sh*t
pull up with a stick, thats’ a rugur full clip
(verse 2) *
607*68, free santana and free jay
tell the n*gga i’m on my way
bought two cars just to race
put a bullet in his face
cannot leave a f*ckin’ trace
my brother just beat his case
my other one didn’t, we’ll see him in ’68
i put him to sleep because i am ebk
devil on my shoulder, you might have to leave your faith
we might be quiet, you know that we lurkin’
she on my d*ck, she not spinnin’, she twirlin’
her [?] borin’
my cars are foreign
that b*tch called me back, you know i’m ignorin’
this is a lesson, don’t send us no warnings
k!ll a opp on camera, it’s on her story
f*ckin’ your b*tch in latest [?]
5056, makin’ [?]

(hook) *
spin on your block n*gga, know that we purgin’
talkin’ that sh*t til’ the hollows start hurtin’
it’s about money and me, i’m determined
lemme catch em’ lackin’ n*gga, i’ll burn him
send him to h*ll on some lucifer sh*t
put him on a cross, that’s some crucifix sh*t
these n*ggas not us, they not doin’ this sh*t
pull up with a stick, thats’ a rugur full clip
spin on your block n*gga, know that we purgin’
talkin’ that sh*t til’ the hollows start hurtin’
it’s about money and me, i’m determined
lemme catch em’ lackin’ n*gga, i’ll burn him
send him to h*ll on some lucifer sh*t
put him on a cross, that’s some crucifix sh*t
these n*ggas not us, they not doin’ this sh*t
pull up with a stick, thats’ a rugur full clip

(outro) *
grrrrah
bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
b*tch, yeah

- fiction fake lyrics

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