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$crip$ - street kult lyrics

b-tch we the sk gang with the two ring
pull the hammer-clip
bogeyman stay fucking gray
we the sk with ak’s
smoking on the marijuana
gotta clip the banana

bogeyman:

ice on my wrists
not the reason you think though
st. stephen broke my mind
need a reload
i don’t wanna die
maybe be a little easier if you were by my side
b-tch you know i be smokin on that marijuana
mother fuckin dope runna
two ki’s three commas
got your b-tch in my car
roll it up with the raw
we the street kult motha fucka
straight up outlaw

b-tch we the street kult gang
got the ak, spray
bogeyman take your fucking face
split the brain
mother fucker too insane to relate
call me the radical chicken
trigger finger itchin’
put you in the grave
i’m the type of mother fucker who will do the same thing
got the brain with the two ring
bogeyman is pulling left and right upon a single string
demons all around in my vision
i’m itchin’
lucifer has risen
i’m a saint

j pl0w:

motha fucka think i’m weak
flow is oblique
style on fleek
bite the booty like a freak
raps is tongue and cheek
do the pizza like the greeks
cash blowing in the breeze
girls in my dungarees
i’m the shit, need febreeze
almost music expertise
oh geez gotta sneeze
drew brees with the td’s
i’m a true sleeze
she on her knees
with the need to please
always down to appease

bat man
with the back hand
one of the chillest muthafuckas roaming rap badlands
get back in the trash can
fuckin wit a real mad man
fuck yo spray tan man
don’t give fuck about you
or your wannabe rap crew
eat ya like grammies beef stew
easy 1 2
im new to this shit
already making hits

call me obama
stop the drama
quit the chit chat
hope ya didn’t miss that
break ya like a kit-kat
run through ya like a full back
relax and sit back
little kiddo

zach wild:

good weed a necessity
couple bad hoes mix the drank with some hennessy
all this liquor in me yeah it’s fuckin with me mentally
don’t come around this b-tch and start fuckin with my energy
why you fuckin with my energy
you run up in my spot and be actin like a friend to me
you was never real i’m lookin right through your identity
one false move b-tch and murdah is the penalty

ima run this shit like a half back
scratch that
run around the map
in a hatchback
bounce back
fuck around n catch a heart attack
spend a couple racks on b-tches who think dirty is the heart of rap
now i’m just movin through the city lights
bad b-tch with me n i’m feelin on her body type
knock the pussy out like iron mike
err night
good head on her and you know the pussy air tight
(d-mn)

- street kult lyrics

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