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(sigilkore) markz get rekt - luci4 lyrics

[verse 1]

don’t*don’t*don’t*don’t b*tch [?]
i f*ck wit’ bloods n*gga, i f*ck wit’ drugs n*gga
i f*ck wit’ bloods n*gga, i f*ck wit’ drugs n*gga
i fu*fu*fu*f*ck with bloods n*gga, i f*f*f*f*ck wit’ drugs n*gga
i get yo’ guns n*gga, you better not run n*gga (jewelxx)
run*run n*gga i’m smoking runtz n*gga
i am your god, i ain’t gonna lie n*gga
ion like your kind, n*gga
don’t come outside, n*gga (lil b*tch)
bro want his own, n*gga (want his own)
you want this chrome, n*gga? (want this chrome?)
my b*tch is flown, n*gga
your money gone, n*gga
aggin emas eht t’nia uoy ,aggin gnab [?]

[verse 2]

you still a lame n*gga, lon feel no pain n*gga
you still a lame n*gga, lon feel no* feel no pain n*gga
you want a*
[?] lrig
my n*ggas merkin’ sh*t
he on that purple sh*t, he on that workin sh*t
i f*ckin’ hurt the b*tch
400 for a zip
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew, pew)
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew)
my pocket full of crips, suwoo (pew, pew, pew)
b*tch i’m him, i’m him him
i got blue strips, it’s a [?] b*tch
i k!ll k!ll (k!ll k!ll)
my lips sealed (lips sealed)
my pints sealed (pints sealed)
i always [?]
i got feins wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
i got keys wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
thugs wit’ me (yuh, yuh)
[?] pistol whipped, i got guns wit’ me (brrah)
i might get yo head knocked by my lil n*gga (bah)
my b*tch from the burbs, i’m a hood n*gga (gang)
ion care if that’s yo mans, he ain’t good wit’ me (what?)
white b*tch do it cra*
if it ain’t* if it ain’t* if it ain’t bout no money n*gga ion deal wit’ it (huh?)
if it ain’t bout no money, closed ears n*gga (shhh)
this [?] you lil small ass guy
n*ggas hoes ain’t cut, had to cut all [?]
pick a mothaf*ckin’ side [?]
[hook]

count money all day, i ain’t neva gettin tired (brrr)
count money all day, neva*neva gettin tired (brrr)
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the*
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the*
beat yo ass in the club got you rushing for the strap
ion speak on dead n*ggas but f*ck you’re a jack
i’m good in every hood, cause i’m slatt
ain’t no rapper n*gga, i’m a maniac [?]

[verse 3]

[?] had a white tee on, it’s vlone
and i still [?] that ho
spent rent on [?]
i got 99 problems n*gga, never been a ho
i got 99 .223s left in my [?]
p*ssy n*gga hoes when they be alone (what?)
p*ssy n*gga hoes when they be alone
p*p*p*p*ssy n*gga hoes when they be alone (what?)
why you n*ggas hatin’, what’s really on?
your n*gga talkin’ brazy, what the f*ck he on?
just a lame ass n*gga in a tombstone
what the f*ck i look like beefin’ wit’ a bunch of tw*ts? (huh?)
ain’t sh*t but a scummy b*tch, he a mess ([?])
i pull up in the benz, the latest one
get up off your ass, you lil lazy bum

- luci4 lyrics

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