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40kaliber - witchouse 40k lyrics

[intro]
ayy calm your b*tchass down bruh
(it’s some blood mob sh*t
it’s some blood mob sh*t)
we ain’t got nothing to worry about
they didn’t see our faces or nothing man
ayy tell that boy we buying a new merce light tonight bruh
(it’s some blood mob sh*t
it’s some blood mob sh*t)
f*ck outta my way

[verse]
smoking gas like i’m a florist
we importin’ it
your b*tch on me like i’m gorgeous
cite my sources
from the streets they call me war sick
captain warship
got the pump up out the storage
bring the corpses
choppa all up on my body and i make a rapper forfeit (forfeit)
safety fell off but that sh*t ain’t important
beam all on your body my banana clip enormous
hole up in his head i leave him looking like a porpoise
stacking em
if you rock with em, you get shot with em
big drum hanging out my pocket imma slaughter em (ay)
f*cking up a p*ssy rapper coz he comment on it (ay)
while i’m packing all these bricks you acting like an artist (ay)
pull up in this trap house (ay)
pull up with a mac out (ay)
acting 21 and buy myself another gat now (okay)
smoking on the gas (ay)
that sh*t on your ass (ay)
keep the pack up on my body b*tch i never lack (okay)
[?]
[?] she want that d*ck
twenty red beam versus your fists
i hit you with sticks like the blair witch
[?]
[?] she want that d*ck
twenty red beam versus your fists
i hit you with sticks like the blair witch (okay)

- witchouse 40k lyrics

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