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vancouver - lungskull & icemop lyrics

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[part i]

[verse: lungskull]
yo’ ho’ on my d*ck, she doin’ the splits
i pop a perc’, i eat that sh*t
i spend a rack on my muhf*ckin’ fit
i’m makin’ money and they makin’ sh*t
don’t wanna talk, and i don’t benefit
i crash the whip, i don’t got permit
i’m always crying, b*tch i wanna quit
i was a k!ller, i gotta admit
pull up to yo’ house and we start an attack
at the function, dressin’ all black
can’t f*ck wit’ you, i’m smoking you pack
keep her away, can’t have that ho’ back
turn around, he got shot in his back
got nothing to do, so i just rap
at the mall, i’ma waste all my racks
f*ck that, i don’t care about tax

[verse: icemop]
she don’t want me, yeah, she just want s*x
[?] ketamine packs
talkin’, better not lack
don’t give a f*ck what you say, it’s my life
[?]
all of this time, [?]
[?]
talkin’, we find where you stay
i don’t play, give a f*ck ’bout a bag
i run, [?]
irs, you ain’t finin’ me sh*t
k!ll yo’ ass, and they wantin’ me dead
so many racks, i don’t know who to trust
all of my bro’s and my ho’s like drugs
[part ii]

[verse: lungskull]
yo’ ho’ on my d*ck, she doin’ the splits
i pop a perc’, i need to sh*t
i spend a rack on my muhf*ckin’ fit
i’m makin’ money and they makin’ sh*t
don’t wanna talk, and i don’t benefit
i crash the whip, i don’t got permit
i’m always crying, b*tch i wanna quit
i was a k!ller, i gotta admit
pull up to yo’ house and we start an attack
at the function, dressin’ all black
can’t f*ck wit’ you, i’m smoking you pack
keep her away, can’t have that ho’ back
turn around, he got shot in his back
got nothing to do, so i just rap
at the mall, i’ma waste all my racks
f*ck that, i don’t care about tax

[verse: icemop]
she don’t want me, yeah, she just want s*x
[?] ketamine packs
talkin’, better not lack
don’t give a f*ck what you say, it’s my life
[?]
all of this time, [?]
[?]
talkin’, we find where you stay
i don’t play, give a f*ck ’bout a bag
i run, [?]
irs, you ain’t finin’ me sh*t
k!ll yo’ ass, and they wantin’ me dead
so many racks, i don’t know who to trust
all of my bro’s and my ho’s like drugs

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