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black face chopped and screwed - lil tracy lyrics

lyrics from original

[intro]
aye man f*ck these other n*ggas man
i’m selling lsd and og
star trek n*gga (yeah)
oth n*gga you know i’m rockin’ (yeah)
i f*ck with that goth money sh*t, dog (skee)
yeah
i’m on lsd bruh
yeah

[verse 1]
f*ck what these n*ggas talking ’bout
i wanna see my money in a pile
lurkin’ in the night i’m on the prowl
finna juug the weedman for his ounce
you n*ggas is some clones man, nothing more
yo’ b*tch call my phone but she get ignored
b*tch i’m on lsd i’ll call you when i’m bored
i got these fiends on my line askin’ when i get more (when you gon’ have that bruh?)
i’m finna re*up as we speak
lsd on me, serving n*ggas for a fee
f*ck a relationship, i’m focused on stacking cheese
i’m something like birth control, yo’ b*tch prescribed to me
never switch up see it in my face
free my d*mn cousin, he ain’t beat the case
that d*mn lsd got me seeing things
b*tches stop lyin’, hope i see the day
life is a game and it’s free to play
black on black shawty with the gold wrist
young ass n*gga wit’ a old b*tch
these n*ggas thirsty for that fame, sell they soul quick
i’m underground n*gga, no paparazzi
i gave my b*tch drugs so she climb on top me
anime b*tch, yeah, she look gothic
pokémon pimpin’, catching new b*tches
vodka in my cup, robitussin mixin’
b*tch, i’m solo dolo you don’t know the vision
to hear my d*mn music that’s a f*cking privilege
i got a white b*tch, she know her position
i’m not atheist and i’m not christian
sold my soul to earth, now i’m f*ckin living
droppin’ acid tabs, distortin’ my vision
the rap game’s f*cking lost i reported it missing
gold on my wrist, i wanna be a pimp
obey my command b*tch, smoke weed and strip
let me see yo’ tits, let me see yo’ cl*t
goth money b*tch, man i’m so depressed
sad boys n*gga, man i rarely eat
rarely get sleep f*ck them scary dreams
tell miley cyrus come marry me
we gon’ f*ck on stage at my next show
never gonna happen, i don’t have a show
i got a weakness for thots and the plastic hoes
she got surgery on her face, girl suck my d*ck
i swear karma like a virgin ’cause it’s coming quick
[verse 2]
hotbox my room when my mom gone
d*mn i need my own crib, i’m tryna f*ck a b*tch
nah i ain’t a thug, boy i’m just a plug
lsd shawty, put that on yo’ tongue
tell me what you feel, tell me what you see
bet you see the basedworld, shouts out lil b
four grams n*gga in that f*cking dutch
that’s a mutated worm, that ain’t no f*cking blunt
i’m gon’ take a puff get high like the sun
think you gettin’ money, boy is you dumb?
usa got control of that f*ckin’ cash
it don’t matter how much money in my f*cking stash
i could sell a million tabs of that lsd
that’s like a motherf*cking dollar to the g.o.v
government, i’m screamin’ f*ck that
b*tch, i’m making music, man f*ck rap
all you mainstream rappers need a dunce cap
finna roll up and smoke ’em like a blunt wrap
b*tch, i’m star trek i f*ck with goth money
she open up her legs, she must want top from me
l!ck it down the middle i’m a f*cking freak
it’s drippin’ out her legs and it’s on my sheets
b*tch, if you ever cheat imma break your t**th
imma take the metal bat, imma break his knees
then commit suicide ’cause i hate to breathe
i’m runnin’ up a hill, squad on my back
n*ggas countin’ on me, b*tch, i’m god on the track
n*ggas plottin’ on me, b*tch, i know you want my pack
n*ggas plottin’ on me, gotta watch my f*cking back
might be my own n*gga that’ll stab my back
tell yo’ girlfriend get back please
b*tch, i choke instrumentals and i slap beats
black hat, black shirt with the black jeans
black shoes, black socks with the black skin
claim that you’re real but you actin’
f*ck gettin’ fame, i got a passion

- lil tracy lyrics

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