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guts - lil shungite lyrics

[verse 1 * levin]

i came back around hit this b*tch another time
you know i’m unstoppable
when i come back with shungite
every second that i spit i show u n*ggas that i’m him
i tap into the 6 i triple double no assist we on this sh*t
big metal walk around like my name guts
one hit turn u 360 end up in a box x’d out
b*tch n*gga cross yo name off the list
how could i stay mad i got yo b*tch on my d*ck ugh
and i got the goons attacking if we say so
got the beat from tufty put that n*gga on the payroll
everyone keep f*ckin with us try a different angle
misspell it, make it rain from heaven like an angel
oh but had to quicken up i used agility
the s p d increases so them n*ggas nеver catchin’ me
got hermеs boots but they designer matching my artilleries
i talk it to em sounding like quare
are you f*ckin with me?

[chorus * lil shungite]

yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
what the f*ck
spill your f*cking guts
go berserk up on a boy and make his mouth shut
all my opposition yeah they music all suck
if you talking ‘bout some business i ain’t down to discuss
i am on a separate plane im feeling like a godhand
all these b*tches look at me and they lookin’ like “godd*mn”
godd*mn, godd*mn, why you spittin’ nonsense
if you ain’t about it i might leave you in a coffin
[verse 2 * lil shungite]

i might go and commit every mother f*cking felony
i might get arrested get sent to the penitentiary
y’all ready been knew that dis the project of the century
money money money money increase exponentially
i might pull up on you with a motherf*ckin’ knife
you gon’ leave with lacerations if you tryna fight
airstrike at yo house rain h*ll down from the f*ckin sky
when that homie quare come in yuh everyone gon’ die

[verse 3 * quare]

call my choppa taco bell, it’s f*cking up your guts
ayy, i break into the bank and then i’m stealing all the goods
i might rob your f*ckin grandma because i don’t give a f*ck
and i’m sitting on my money, b*tch i feel like i’m a duck
pull up to your b*tch and then i nail her like a coffin
i look at my money, that sh*t got me saying godd*mn
why you keep on talking, shut your motherf*cking mouth, d*mn
pull up to your function and we shutting that sh*t down
we committing every crime, shout out motherf*cking shungite
i could know exactly where you live, lil b*tch i just might
i take out my choppa and it eat you like a dust mite
it you talking down on fishgang then you gon’ die
i make all this money because i’m a f*cking burglar
b*tch i hop on any track and turn into a murderer
why you keep on lying, you a motherf*ckin perjurer
your girl listen to my sh*t and i ain’t even heard of her
[chorus * lil shungite]

yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
what the f*ck
spill your f*cking guts
go berserk up on a boy and make his mouth shut
all my opposition yeah they music all suck
if you talking ‘bout some business i ain’t down to discuss
i am on a separate plane i’m feeling like a godhand
all these b*tches look at me and they lookin’ like “godd*mn”
godd*mn, godd*mn, why you spittin’ nonsense
if you ain’t about it i might leave you in a coffin

[verse 4 * lil shungite]

yuh ay yuh ay
pull up on yo block and then i let the choppa spray
pull up to your house and leave that b*tch in disarray
why the f*ck you laughin’ this is not a f*ckin joke bruh
all you p*ssies scared of me you talkin’ like you choked up
shut the f*ck up hating why you actin like you know us

- lil shungite lyrics

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