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charles manson - killsolomon lyrics

[verse 1: 83hades]
i hide under the bed i’m with all the monsters
you look like a christian best pay you them crosses
you actin real iffy i think you imposter
i feel like a [?]
try to run out man that sh*t can get [?]
feds on my head but i will not get [?]
[?] act like i’m sorry
this ain’t no game atari
[?] like don’t get that b*tch started
it’s the special ed it might go r*t*rded
i jumped off the porch b*tch i feel like i’m bossed up
come in my way and that boy gettin crossed up
call me lil butcher cause i get you chopped up
[?]
feel like police cause thеy tryna stop us
i pull up the party i’m with all the robbers
i pull up thе party i’m with all the choppers
i just took a xan i stay out the goblin
will feed everyone all my team is all starvin
i cannot love her she callin me heartless
i’m movin weight out of her apartment
[?] like a market
his body gone drop and this gun love to mark sh*t
[?] like shawty let’s dance
i get the bands up in my pants
i make her twerk i make her dance
mini draco gone f*ck up my stance
what do you need lemme know in advance
83
now*now i’m boutta flex on these boys [?]
like watch how i run up get dumped with the glock
b*tch this mac got a mag it hold 32 shots
if you want you get popped then we skirt off the lot
and this sh*t picture perfect cause i like to crop
i ain’t talkin to you that boy look like a cop
got a steel on my hip watch my stick when i walk
we seal up his lips if that boy like to talk
origami paper these rappers were made to fold
i could give 2 f*cks about what you sayin hoe
[?]
[?] wanna meet that’s the ratio
[?] to put me the radio
gimmie some bread like just for a cameo
i’m in a whip with some guns and a scary hoe
i’m takin shrooms just like i’m mario
shawty start leakin i come through the stereo
b*tch i pull up with a fake hoe
i finesse her with my muhf*ckin bank roll
i*i*i just got out of the [?]
b*tch i put 2 xans right in my fuego
you no*you not on my payroll
he talkin sh*t then i let the [?] go
you eatin bullets like [?]
she said i thought i was faithful
swim in her p*ssy i’m [?]
we lacin this sh*t you don’t know it’s [?]
these rappers be sweet man they sweet like some mayo
i*i’ll do this sh*t just as long as i’m able
i’m holdin 2 glocks [?]
i got the glocks in my hand i got 2 of em
i got the beams in my pocket i’m movin em
they actin iffy these bullets go through em
stop all that talkin and just put yo hands up
gucci my waist it’s keepin my pants up
get put in yo place if you even try to stand up
this sh*t isn’t funny this sh*t isn’t stand up
the percy taste nice when it come out the [?]
these dealers are p*ssy get em lined like a stanza
i’m [?] my clip b*tch i tow bananas
one day i will skirt off in a phantom
my glock had a fit it’s throwin a tantrum
come in with 2 guns that sh*t lookin [?]
think i’m startin to feel like charles manson
bullets in the field got em prancin
all these fake rappers i don’t understand it
if i pull up then you know we do damage
shoot up his crib shoot up his carriage
b*tch i do glocks i don’t do marriage
[?] look like a terrorist
she gave me mouth like a muhf*ckin therapist
i do not play around [?]
gettin erased if you think [?]
i take yo shawty i buy that b*tch louis vuiton
[verse 2: k!llsolomon]
[?]

- killsolomon lyrics

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