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sons of samdei! - m.i.k.3 lyrics

(verse 1: .223jerm)
i remember sh*t ever since i was young
ain’t sh*t been sweet ain’t never been fun
i used to rob n*ggas i ain’t even had a gun
ain’t never got caught so i’m never on the run
while we lashing big glock big gun
i’ma need myself a blessing need a nun
why these n*gga always talking out their thumbs
make a n*gga windmill start to run
make n*gga flip flop called that sh*t sum side hoes
every time we did a drive*by we had like five poles
if they called the cops then wе’re shooting at the five*0
wallet so fat man i think i need somе lipo
watch a n*gga go then i go do my dance
i’ma need the money man i need all my bands
beat a n*ggas ass then i go beat his mans
if a n*gga wanna get it then you know where i stand
oh sh*t! popped out with clip
it’s a drive*by and we shoot the crib
i don’t give a f*ck who in that b*tch
shoot your mama and your daddy and your little f*cking kids

(verse 2: kuyr)
cut that boy i’m living like a rabbi, uh
smoke him out looking like a drive*by, uh
pull up to his chevy on his blind side, uh
cook him up just like a french fry, uh
i gotta rap on this track back to back no cap, uh uh
you already know me i’m ballin like kobe and i’m going back to back, aye
spiting the rhymes all the time i feel like i’m dr. seuss, uh uh
xanny now what are you doing? i’m rapping i’m hanging around like noose
your b*tch is giving me neck uh uh just like a goose, uh
b*tch i’m a breadwinner like sway sway n*gga get in the loop
aye aye i’m spiting the remedy bars like affinity, uh
n*ggas be creepy like centipedes
i cannot f*ck wit you cannot f*ck with me, uh
i’m really on a new level you n*ggas not special you f*ck with a rebel, uh
you get the clip or you n*ggas get the heavy f*cking metal, ah
(verse 3: sinsearr)
i start a war in this b*tch and i’ll battle it
get on my sh*t like t*paper two plying it
why in da f*ck would i f*ck with a lying b*tch
i’d just be frosting her flakes on my tiger sh*t
they’re great… b*tch!!!!
i just want face give me that neck toy give me that brain
shawty go stupid shawty go dumb shawty got a onlyfans tryna make sum
i be so real i don’t gotta say nothin
they know who the sin is i don’t really gotta front
f*cking with the horror man they don’t know what’s up
bodies in da trunk business in da front dump ’em like truck
everybody run everybody hide everybody screams everybody dies, yeah

(verse 4: m.i.k.3)
why are you p*ssies be talking so reckless
don’t push me i’ll eat your girl like she was breakfast
she’ll wrap her legs around me just like a necklace
f*cking your b*tch then i add her to my checklist
ayo check this bullet to my brain i got a f*cking deathwish
two shots to your frame leaving you f*cking breathless
two thots look the same seizing cuz you checkless
b*tch i’m f*cking deathless
see i’ll spill pigs blood when it becomes necessary
snapping twigs with the weight that my name carries
can’t wait til the underground calling me legendary
rapping gigs put your picture in the obituary
your lines looks like a kid doing pictionary
send you to your grave with a scripture in a cemetery
suicide missions got me feeling like a missionary
totting all these nines got me brave like a mercenary

- m i k 3 lyrics

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