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stare - schizomaniac lyrics

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[verse 1]

your b-tch wanna f-ck, haven‘t even met her
she suck on my d-ck and ain‘t even let her

catch me on the block, with that grip
40 mag, big clip, b-tch i‘m gon‘ let it rip

i robbed that bank, then dashed in that whip
b-tch don‘t trip
check my drip
come to your crip and the sword i equip
f-ck on your b-tch, then i nut on her lip

count up some bands, yea my feature got a price
throw triple dice, triple six, shot him twice
i am a dog and y‘all p-ssys is mice
copped a new whip and i just got some ice

f-ck on your thot, yea that p-ssy is nice
she is lost now, i ain‘t sharin‘ a slice
hotline open if u need some advice
call that sh-t up, i‘ll blow up your device

[verse 2]

po at the door for some illegal matter
cause they heard i shot u in the bladder
hit up your boy, set him up, it‘s a splatter
job done, crawl down of the ladder

feed him some caps, now he lookin‘ like krueger
old weaponry, i pull up with that luger
shoot his brain out, sh-t look like a booger
she called me lame, but that b-tch is a hooker

[verse 3]

glock 17, put him in his f-cking grave
don‘t stand up for him, don‘t try to be brave
that b-tch is so dumb, teach her to behave
or i‘ll do it myself, cause that p-ssy i crave

i don‘t give a f-ck, didn‘t ask, don‘t care
b-tch i shot a couple of p-ssys, now i got a f-cking pair
dripped out in mst, b-tch look at what you wear
shoot a b-tch on sight, if that p-ssy even stare (stare)

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