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vexxy-vexxy (ft. von100) - malco lyrics

intro: malco

mazu in this sh*t, you feel?
(e*e*enkayy)
(maybe…maybe not, maybe f*ck yourself)
yuh aye, yuh aye

verse: malco

burn him to a skeleton, im a flaming alchemist
my whole house is sheraton, your house filled with relatives
your words are irrelevant, when i speak im genuine
hype him up then shoot the kid, i get vocal like a pelican

wrap it ’round his noggin’, it give silence when i cap his skull
if i hear them sirens, i loud up to shoot at black and blue
gotta couple stitches from the sh*t these people put me through
shut your lips n quit the yappin’, swing my fist right through your tooth

‘cus you go local, i go state*to*state an find out who they be
grab my checks an eat my dinner, look what ‘man’ supposed to be
i gain bread on top of bread, and i done earned like every cent
you be makin’ checks like every week, contributing to tax

i got ‘nections all around, so do not f*ck with me
and yes im toxic, loaded toxins, do not f*ck with me
i aim this rocket, road*to*socket, do not f*ck with me
i raise suspicion, i got problems, do not f*ck with me
yuh aye, please do not f*ck with me
aye yuh, please do not f*ck with me
aye yuh, please do not*
please do not* , please do not* yuh

verse: von100

f*ck was you talkin’ bout? f*ck yo’ settin’
when i was a kid i got caught, i had some possessions
stomp him so [?}, its not what he guessin’
big chopp’, hits into your chestin’
f*ck the police, they want a confession

ain’t no where to run, b*tch this a dead*end
run up on me, get popped like an oxy
these n*ggas so internet, they talkin’ proxy’s
n*ggas ain’t with it, f*ck you and yo’ [?]
the only fire youse totin’ is some taki’s

im totin his ass, into a muh’ f*ckin’ entrée
n*gga, that choppa sing just like beyoncé
my n*ggas be stressin’, im sippin’ my latté
these n*ggas be p*ssy, they talkin’ from faraway
i saw em as come, now we gotta part ways
shoot as a [?] range, you know its a fadeaway
come at me wrong, im smacking your taste away
aye
the n*gga want pinta, eatin’ no shoota
{?}
that b*tch a snake, i call her medusa
give me [?], bust his medulla
f*ck boy extended then a muh’ f*ckin’ rulla’
if you was in my shoes you gon need to tie up a new size
a lot of these n*ggas be goofy, i call em my goofs
[?], they dont gotta clue

keep on, capping in front of your homies like you really with it, your ass ending up in a soup, aye

- malco lyrics

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