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hit kids not juuls - pranav.wav lyrics

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why you talk about guns
cause i like to
a brutal homicide is
something i might do
like i f*cking said hoe
7 times b*tch
pistol whipped, uh
you gon die b*tch
hit kids not juuls
big t**th big bite, uncaged pitbull
bang in this b*tch, hang up the b*tch
stop calling my phone, lemme hang up your b*tch
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang

bang in this b*tch yeah the shots gonna rang out
you annoying f*ckin d*ck
we not gonna hang out
hung by yo neck get dropped for a check
you a big*bodied b*tch so you don’t got a neck
concrete f*ckas blow your brains out
run around wit the mob when it f*ckin rain out
rip a rib cage right out of your abdomen
i don’t got a gun b*tch i got 10 of em
all my d*mn ops, 6 feet deep
7 d*mn bodies, in the dark is where i creep
dark boy, with what
with the messy hair
wander in the dark, b*tch
you go missing there
run around the motha f*cka really boutta pop a f*cka
we don’t hang whitchu cause you with the cops f*cka
i’m a milf magnet so i’m the real motha f*cka
i’m a milf magnet so hide your f*ckin moms f*ckas
one*two, yeah i hit em with a one*two
wait till i show you what a motha f*ckin gun do
b*tch move, runnin thru yo block with a big tool
i don’t give a f*ck if i come off as a bit rude
voices in my head screaming nonviolent
ignored the devil on my shoulder he’s gone silent
yeah they tellin me go violent
the devil on my shoulder has been silent
hit kids not juuls
hit kids not juuls
hit kids not juuls
hit kids not juuls
big t**th big bite, uncaged pitbull
run around the motha f*cka
blacked out tints so you can’t see us
onamonaf*ckin pia
posted in the black wife beater
he done bled a f*cking liter

bang in this b*tch yeah the shots gonna rang out
you annoying f*ckin d*ck
we not gonna hang out
hung by yo neck get dropped for a check
you a big*bodied b*tch so you don’t got a neck
concrete f*ckas blow your brains out
runa round wit the mob when it f*ckin rain out
r*r*r*r*r*rip a rib cage right out of your abdomen
i don’t got a gun b*tch i got 10 of em
all my d*mn ops, 6 feet deep
7 d*mn bodies, in the dark is where i creep
dark boy, with what
with the messy hair
wander in the dark, b*tch
you go missing there
run around the motha f*cka really boutta pop a f*cka
we don’t hang whitchu cause you with the cops f*cka
i’m a milf magnet so i’m the real motha f*cka
i’m a milf magnet so hide your f*ckin moms f*ckas

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