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rounds - igobyvilla lyrics

walter white: “this is your fault.. this is what comes of your disrespect! i told you skyler, i warned you for a solid year.. you cross me there will be consequences, what part of that didn’t you understand? maybe now you’ll listen, maybe now you’ll use your d-mn head! you know you never believed in me. you were never grateful for anything i did for this family
you b-tch.”

break you off with that abuget flocka flame sh-t, a couple seconds in my sh-t be ripping til ya dome tip. tippin on four fours at 24 my b-tch stay gettin lit, able and she drip like a dyk- deprived of juicy lips. i ain’t a mothaf-cking monster i’m more cheesy man mula mozzarella im a motherf-cking baker grams rolled up beef a stack of bread thirstys claiming juice and d-mn slap the b-tch excuse my french oh this the inner city mam, and i do it with the motherf-cking best of them mohterf-cking breath of fresh air f-ck the rest of them motherf-cking belly of the beast add a check to em make sure to take your meds tell the feds to check on em

easy how i do it n-gga when i “a +
hazy from the knack to the neck on the way up, from the g to be up wavy when i be up all i n-gga need is a (hit) and a re up

all a n-gga need is a hit and a re up
all a ngga need is a bit and a re up
all a ngga need is a sip and a re up

bombs over baghdad
mad with the madman
on the go like the low of the underhand on the flow like the blow of the motherland
down your throat til you choke do you understand?
ima f-ck you like a b-tch screaming contraband
ima hit you with the chalk and a reprimand
we gon go grind like we only coppin secondhand
we gon drop like momentum til we avalanche
ima drop like a g with a black pro club
in the cut for a f-ck with a b-tch and a buzz take a hit grab a blunt throw it up roll it up pour it up we gon get b-buck
back of the seat til i put her in the trunk
take her to a motel til i make her c-m
breakfest, lunch til i grab another dutch
f-cked up, whats good?
feenin for the gut

im a knocka in these motherf-cking parks
and im rocking like a scholar popping collars i got chops
im a motherf-cking problem, call the motherf-cking cops
im the answer to ya high, i got hops on top of hops n-gga

easy how i do it n-gga when i ” a +
hazy from the knack to the neck on the way up, from the g to be up wavy when i be up all i n-gga need is a (hit) and a re up

all a n-gga need is a hit and a re up
all a ngga need is a bit and a re up
all a ngga need is a sip and a re up

- igobyvilla lyrics

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