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rick owens freestyle - pinkblxxd lyrics

[intro]
you know, um, pinkblxxd, when i see ’em i’mma whoop yo ass, b*tch i’m sick you talk shi*

[chorus: lungskull]
poppin’ molly, am i next?
bl!cks and a k, when i catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
runnin’ down your hood with the mace, cast a f*ckin’ spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
f*ck the feds [?]
i’m poppin’ percocets, hopin’ that them b*tches laced
rick owens my feet, i stump em’ into you how that sh*t taste
rick owens my feet, i stump em’ into you how that sh*t taste
[post*chorus: lungskull]
ahh, ah*ah, i put mud up in that syrup
[?], i’mma hit his f*ckin’ face
hollow tips hit his face, now it’s blood all on my shirt, [?]
i was tryna hit his b*tch but now she gettin’ merked

[verse: pinkblxxd]
yesterday she gettin’ merked (merked)
we gon creep up on that hoe ass n*gga, we gon’ f*ckin’ lurk
you not bout’ no f*ckin’ sh*t, my n*gga, pull up we gon’ work
almost k!lled that n*gga, and i got his blood up on my shirt
yeah we run up with that bag, we on go
we gon’ cook some sh*t up n*gga, we gon’ sell all this blow
little boy’s tryna run away, pay me what you owe
we gon k!ll that f*ck n*gga, he get sent down below
we gon’ run up in the crowd like a f*ckin’ mosh pit
n*gga get out of my dm’s, n*gga i don’t owe you sh*t
you can see that f*ckin’ glow, yeah that sh*t is on my wrist
yeah she give me f*ckin’ top, i don’t wanna give a kiss
n*ggas steady on my d*ck, n*gga get up off my sack
they be fiendin’ for some candy like a f*ckin’ flapjack
n*ggas worried ’bout me, they not focused on they bag
n*ggas dissin’ dead n*ggas, they don’t know sh*t, it’s sad
n*ggas flexin’ they drug use, flexin’ f*ckin’ shrooms
n*ggas be that bold they just stay up in they room
n*ggas got an ego, they ain’t even make it, they a fool
i could give less of a f*ck, n*gga i’m just cool
[chorus: lungskull]
poppin’ molly, am i next?
bl!cks and a k, when i catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
runnin’ down your hood with the mace, cast a f*ckin’ spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
f*ck the feds [?]
i’m poppin’ percocets, hopin’ that them b*tches laced
rick owens my feet, i stump em’ into you how that sh*t taste
rick owens my feet, i stump em’ into you how that sh*t taste

[outro: sample unknown]
you’re fortunate your arm’s broken. if not for that you wouldn’t be getting off so easily

- pinkblxxd lyrics

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