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hello?!! - mir blackwell lyrics

[verse 1: gon (mir blackwell)]
i keep twin chops, and it’s knocking ’em down
shooter like jordan, won’t drop any rounds
he claim he got gang, but there’s not any ’round
if i step on his block, then it’s my city now
do ’em just like hidan, leave the opps in the ground
mineta the glock, how i’m popping these rounds
i summon my dogs ’till they out of the pound
i move like vegeta, i’m not with these clowns
i’m not with these loser n*ggas
my b*tch mai with the ruger, n*gga
mount lady, my b*tch do it bigger
street sweepers come and move a n*gga, i got tools with n*ggas
these n*ggas mad that i doubled my racks
these n*ggas mad that i doubled my stats
i pin a b*tch to the wall, then i break down her walls
so don’t ask where the rumblings at
if i tell ’em slide, then they know the occasion
i call up my goons, and they know the formation
if he ain’t talking money, i don’t know the language
you only reflecting them n*ggas you came with
c*ck back and aim it
fire rounds at his head like aang did
still with the same n*ggas i came with
me and ham on the track, it’s the same sh*t
n*ggas mad i ain’t lose the groove, i ain’t use the tool
fire back, bullets two and two, built like hula hoops
i told blax, clips for you and you, i’ll just do the tunes
war is back, we don’t do the duels, this a super nuke
when i hop on tracks and i flow my sh*t
your b*tch like kami, she gon’ hold my stick
i ain’t even drop yet, i’mma hold my hits
i’m just tryna stack up, i don’t fold my chips
and my ussop chop got a long nose
and i stay in my bag if the song goes
new rollie came grey, that sh*t all froze
and my chopper kicking back, hitting all goals
[verse 2: k!llua (ham sandwich)]
f*ck with me wrong, i’mma
f*ck with me wrong and i’m spraying the canister
tucking the mop got me feel like a janitor
cut him in half, now he tyrion lannister
he talk like he ’bout it, he move like an amateur
he said he was straight, but i know he a panicker
he said he ain’t simping, in dm’s, he spamming her
i’ll k!ll any snitch, i’m the tattletale strangler
i’ll k!ll any snitch like that n*gga from spongebob
he said that he working, ain’t even had one job
you couldn’t even shoot him, like bro, you had one job
in hiroshima, i only need one bomb
this ain’t iwo jima, i only need one day
my circle is straight, you won’t even find one g*y
but that was a lie cause i know at least one g*y
and i pull the strap out cause we into gunplay
my chopper is freaky cause it’s into cumplay
if i see an opp, then my chopper gon’ come play
and you can not come to the top if you complain
your b*tch is a f*cking weirdo, she my cum drain
how he gon’ flex on me without one gain
please put your microphone down to one gain
he said that he drive a foreign, it’s a hyundai
all of these n*ggas boring, and they mundane
ain’t talking money? i am mute!
she wanna f*ck me? i am groot!
she wanna blow me? i am flute!
try me at ten? die at noon!
f*ck with my n*ggas, i’m flying through
big booty b*tches, what i’m into
i talk to you n*ggas, like quiet, shoo!
i got so many snakes tryna bite my shoe
i got your b*tch eating kids like it’s pizzagate
all my goons on your block, you would think it’s a street parade
yeah, that n*gga a cop, and he barely a meter maid
tryna meet with the reaper, i bet that could be arranged
on everything i swear these n*ggas don’t even change
why you asking for money? can’t even give even chance
how’d i get so ahead if we came up on even range
cause i opened my third eye, i’m feeling like steven strange
back in days i couldn’t feel anything, yeah, not even pain
i was left out to dry, i was out in the freezing rain
now a fl!ck of my wrist and i’m causing a freezing rain
i look back at my past, and see all of my demons slain
yeah, a n*gga never new to this
n*ggas trying teaching me, but i don’t need the tutelage
i’mma keep flying ’till i blow another fuselage
yeah, yeah, yeah!

- mir blackwell lyrics

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