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skincrawler - lilmh lyrics

[chorus]
i’m a skincrawler
lurking through the night imma murk you and your father
knifey on my side b*tch i’m looking for the drama
caught that boy lacking now he screaming out in horror (cherri did you make this one?)
already know one day imma get my f*cking karma
li*lil b*tch we finna swarm in like larvae
i’m rocking me some rick with the prada
you ain’t talking guala ion wanna bother
i want my rollie presidential like obama
i’m getting geeked off that mary jane that ganja
b*tch i’m elite, you won’t see me never nada
ever since i was younger b*tch i knew i’d be a baller
peons changing they lane switch
i ain’t with fake sh*t i don’t speak that language
i don’t give a f*ck about whoever that you came with
diss me on ya song, p*ssy boy you better change it
b*tch i do not care bout no hoe
it ain’t nothin for me to f*ck her then to send that b*tch home
since i started this sh*t they took my flow
in with the new out with the old
finna go back to mars like et phoning home
f*cking up on some twin sisters
lil b*tch i’m not christian, so i be out sinning
counting this money b*tch i’m tryna drive a big bentley
maybe i’ll cop the rolls with the stars in the ceiling
[verse]
certified psycho in this hoe
watch out for me, lil b*tch it finna get critical
talking down on my dead homie it finna get physical
lil b*tch i’m tryna get rid of ya
smoking on ya mans this sh*t some indica
best not approach me if you see me walking in the cut
got the thc syrup i’m finna pour in my double cup
i’m finna f*ck on that hoe and then pass her to bro and then run it up
told you i got all the money like hol up hol up, romney yuh

[chorus]
i’m a skincrawler
lurking through the night imma murk you and your father
knifey on my side b*tch i’m looking for the drama
caught that boy lacking now he screaming out in horror
already know one day imma get my f*cking karma
li*lil b*tch we finna swarm in like larvae
i’m rocking me some rick with the prada
you ain’t talking guala ion wanna bother
i want my rollie presidential like obama
i’m getting geeked off that mary jane that ganja
b*tch i’m elite, you won’t see me never nada
ever since i was younger b*tch i knew i’d be a baller
peons changing they lane switch
i ain’t with fake sh*t i don’t speak that language
i don’t give a f*ck about whoever that you came with
diss me on ya song, p*ssy boy you better change it
b*tch i do not care bout no hoe
it ain’t nothin for me to f*ck her then to send that b*tch home
since i started this sh*t they took my flow
in with the new out with the old
finna go back to mars like et phoning home
f*cking up on some twin sisters
lil b*tch i’m not christian, so i be out sinning
counting this money b*tch i’m tryna drive a big bentley
maybe i’ll cop the rolls with the stars in the ceiling

- lilmh lyrics

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