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save yourself! - kilo jr. lyrics

[intro: kilo jr.]
hey, oh, okay, okay
aye, low
got it for the low
okay, okay
got it for the low (f-ck)
f-ck
808 mafia!

[verse 1: kilo jr.]
f-ck these n-ggas talking (pull up)
all these n-ggas hating (pull up)
put them in a coffin (p-ssy)
coughin’ like i’m weezy (smoke)
all these b-tches sleezy (skrt)
gimme sloppy toppy
blowing on some reefer
riding in two seaters (skrt)
indica, sativa
always smoking greener
riding in the beamer (skrt)
slaughtering your daughter
in her mouth i put that water (water)
sipping on that fiji (fiji)
when i smoke doja (skrt)
put you in a coma (808 mafia)
test us, you don’t want it (p-ssy)
pull up in the polars (skrt)
bullets aiming on ya
riding with my soldiers (skrt)
all these b-tches want this (want)
flock us like they vlogging (vlogging)
they wish that we was f-ckin’ (f-ckin’)
smoking all of summer (summer)
might pop a xan (xan)
that’s only if i wanna (i wanna)
n-gga really geekin’ (geek)
f-ckin’ with no feelings (no feelings)
cause a n-gga heartless (huh)
p-ssy, i done parted
call a n-gga moses (woo)
i’ma slide up in it (woo)

[bridge: 1hunnitjunior]
ayy, pull up (pull up)
let it rip (let it rip)
ayy, pull up (pull up)
f-ck a n-gga b-tch (f-ck a n-gga b-tch)
ayy, pull up (pull up)
skrrt, skrrt (skrrt skrrt)
ayy, pull up (ayy pull up)
skrrt, skrrt (skrrt skrrt, 808 mafia)
ayy

[verse 2: 1hunnitjunior]
droppin’ a four in my cup (skrt)
movin’ the weight in the truck (skrt)
when i pull off, my tires be lookin’ like scuff
lay a n-gga down like a motherf-cking brush, uh (ah, ah)
b-tch tryna put me in a cuff
whip the snow like buff (ayy, ayy)
got soap like dove (ayy)
n-gga broke like crush, uh (ayy)
pull up in a truck
too much money, my n-gga, ain’t enough (skrt)
pockets on double stuff
rocket on, blow it up
i got it, i throw it, i throw it, i throw it up
drink in the cup and i pour it up, pour it up
shooting like movies
i’m shooting my uzi
my kick be on bruce lee
she l!ck me like smoothie
then jump in the uber
i f-ck her and lose her (ayy, ayy)
when i’m mad at houston
b-tch badder than boosie (808 mafia)

[bridge: ski mask the slump god]
ayy, it’s lit (lit)
my wrist, my b-tch (my wrist, my)
okay, it’s ice (ice)
this sh-t, it’s lit, it’s lit (this sh-t, it’s lit)
okay, my b-tch (my b-tch)
my wrist, it’s ice (my wrist, it’s ice)
this sh-t (god d-mn)
okay, my wrist (my wrist)
my b-tch (god d-mn)
let me get it, let me get it, okay (let me get it)

[verse 3: ski mask the slump god]
i like to f-ck her on camera, ayy
dirty fantas with my menace, ayy
pull up and pop me a xanny, ayy (skrrt)
don’t know where the h-ll i’m standin’, ayy (okay)
probably somewhere, tropicana, ayy
i had to get me a fanta, ayy
dirty double cup, no panic, ayy
got the pack, just like a f-nny, ayy
baby blowin’ bubble gum (ayy)
i bet she got them bubble guts (ayy)
i hit the p-ssy, uppercut (okay)
fatality the little sl-t (god d-mn)
ridin’ in a f-ckin’ rocket
jimmy neutron, ray gun poppin’ (ah ah)
nail the witch out by the lake
i bet she’ll give me sloppy toppy (808 mafia, ayy)
gotta head to the side like a deer (oh)
b-tch want me to see how i’m actin’, but got no mirror (ayy)
b-tch i just be turnin’ the f-ck up, b-tch ain’t it clear?
and i’m ’bout my dough just like i’m homer, give me a beer
how the h-ll you [?] for a lookout, can’t see her (what?)
you say you be pourin’ lean, now it’s clear (mhm)
that a n-gga name brett elliot a queer
and i beat his -ss while he was working, oh yeah, yeah

[bridge: xxxtentacion]
ayy, yeah, ayy
yeah, yeah, okay
808 mafia

[verse 4: xxxtentacion]
f-ck n-gga
all is an enemy, dark is a friend of me (yeah)
i tend to nut on the face of my enemies (okay)
rather be dead than migrate my vicinity (yeah)
did fight that p-ssy, b-tch, we call that frenemies (okay)
dark abyss, cold night (okay)
cracked skull with a cold pipe (yeah)
p-ssy n-gga, show no fright (yeah)
oh sh-t, you not a goat right? (yeah, yeah)
x so cold, ayy, b-tch so woke (ayy, f-ck n-gga)
wrist don’t froze (okay), b-tch, don’t fold (yeah)
f-ck n-gga choke (okay), that pistol f-ckin’ blow (yeah, yeah)
a ratchet with the stick (okay), my n-ggas at your throat (808 mafia)
i’m f-ck n-gga paid (b-tch), take your work and flex (okay)
runnin’ up a check (yeah), i rob, received a net (yeah)
my b-tch suck water to your set (mmm), to from you for the s-x (mmm)
but then she ducked that f-ckin’ d-ck boy, she finessed you for your check (okay, yeah)
you talkin’ all that f-ckin’ sh-t, you wasn’t ’bout it (you wasn’t)
i sn-tch up lily, take a pic of that b-tch sucking (the way she doin’)
four deep, bed sheets, skeet stains on her knees (okay, okay)
i make your b-tch recite a script just like she makin’ a movie (god d-mn, oh, oh)

[outro: xxxtentacion]
yeah, money ho (b-tch)
money bag b-tch (okay)
monkey bag ho (yeah)
monkey bag
f-ck n-gga
yeah, lil b-tch, yes
lil b-tch, yes
lil b-tch, ayy
808 mafia
f-ck n-gga

- kilo jr lyrics

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