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citizens - homxcide lyrics

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lets not stray from the fact they not certified catch a brim in the spot he feel mortified

got a knot on the head for the spicy talk they not beefin wit homi they terrified look

2 3 shots let that blow

got more knoxks i might go broke

these n*ggas don’t put in no work that’s on folk

heard these n*ggas is cappin bout sh*t they don’t tote

i’m rappin no cappin ya n*ggas is jokes if you spin through g than you finna get poked

n*ggas jack beef than we scr*pping

no relaxin

pistol packin

if he step outta line than we whack em

n*ggas jack gdk for the fashion

if he droppin the rakes it get tragic
n*ggas chatting

it’s all games till i spin with the rachеt

copped a grip but got no one to match it

n*ggas lackin

bullets rеadin ya mind telepathic

talkin hot don’t get caught up in traffic

n*ggas fiendin but don’t want the static

2 deep and we causing some havoc

boy you p*ssy you weak you a maggot

not to mention these n*ggas is f*ggots

gang

all black fit

clutch that grip
gang wit me so i won’t slip

they talkin bout gang like we ain’t with the sh*ts when i see em on my bro b*tch i’m dumpin a clip

f*ck what you jack

still ain’t get back

big ebk b*tch i’m heavy on that

ain’t doin no addin we only subtract

gang
gang

ya keep rappin bout love and these b*tches while i’m stuck to my road to the riches

i keep tellin ya snitches get stitches i catch me a rat he get put in them ditches

had enough im just countin my digits run up a hit than i’m out in a civic

they touch money than start actin different stop acting sl!ck see the hate that they givin

ain’t no stopping the way that i’m livin smokin on opps and that sh*t keep on hittin

n*ggas mad at the sh*t that i’m spittin suck my whole d*ck give a f*ck if you dissin
on a spree so you know i ain’t missin droppin more bodies to teach em a lesson

i got grips and i’m really aggressive hop out the cut see the change in expression

yea i ride wit the glee

homi da g ya not f*ckin with me

opp n*ggas talkin not fast on they feet man i’m bustin these triggers don’t care if i cheat

n*ggas want war

promise you not gon want more

touch one of mine and we takin like four

357s go straight through the door

now that boy leakin he dead on the floor

what

clutch it dump it we spin through gang gon rush it

we bang it no discussions don’t come dolo walk in caution

my demons shoot the function talk all big get tossed in hudson

dead opps they keep on bussin see my grip don’t push my b*ttons

- homxcide lyrics

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