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mission! - the deciphers lyrics

[intro: ily91 & nac el suave]
what, yuh, okay, yuh, okay
uh, i just emptied my mac
gotta couple more clips in my bag
uh, yo sh*t could get jacked
and you ain’t never getting that sh*t back
yuh, yuh, what

[verse: nac el suave & ily91]
d*mn, got h*lla b*tches in my crib cause they know that i am apart the riches
and lil bro ran up on me so just like a fairy i granted his wishes
you don’t want me clutching on the ar*15 it’s demolishing your ass in minutes
yo b*tch with the team
she know i got green
she know i got spinach
d*mn, finna hit with you precision i promise it’ll end in a split decision
in the story i am the villain but i might just dragon ball like i am krillin
shoot like a piston
who is you dissing?
send him to h*ll but he got no religion
got the whole gang in a tough position
i won’t stop til i finish my what?
my mission
i got b*tches in the kitchen
i got b*tches washing dishes
pull up fuming to the stu with a vision
like krillin my sniper got 6 dots
this sh*t is not new b*tch i been hot
see your grave and that sh*t it can p*ssed on
your b*tch hit me up yeah she seen me on tik tok
yeah, with a mask i feel like jason
the bag i keep on chasing
sad how i got your homie’s location
hit a couple l!cks for reputation
oh my god these b*tches naked
lambo truck swerving yeah it’s racing
p*ssy boy dissing swear he’s overrated
she been around the block swear that b*tch outdated
just made him disappear hocus pocus
she rubbed my pickle like it was a genie
bottle, f*cked her so hard she waddled
in the cut no hollywood model
i told that b*tch that i’m going full throttle
i got his head spinning like a bobble
mad b*tches in the crib like a brothel
i feel like i just hit the lotto
d*mn, imagine posting on the gram a fl!ck of you with some goodwill clothes
and on my gram i got fl!cks of me next to all my b*tches and my bros
and if you want the smoke i got no problem putting more stitches on my foes
and can someone please give me a bag of o’s cause nac’s boutta explode
i keep it a dime, cause i got money on mind
stevie wonder boy you blind
coming up while you on the decline
and ain’t no motherf*cker rapping just like us i swear we is 2 of a kind
we stacking hundreds while you’re searching for pennies so put some respect on the grind

- the deciphers lyrics

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