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432hz freestyle - wrxth lyrics

verse 1 [wrxth]:
n-gg- try me i’m a need me a lawyer
n-gg- try me i might be in dat orange
n-gg- try me then his family gon mourn em
ain’t lovin’ no b-tch ya i’m evil i scorn em
smoking onnna gas i need to medicate
shoot him in da back and i eliminate
can’t control a n-gg- like a renagade
i be sippin lean like it’s lemonade
demons inside me controlling my thoughts
i gotta leash all my b-tches and thots
i gotta key but my mind is unlocked
i’m talkin third eye lil b-tch i’m a god
got an addiction dat juul i’m a fiend
need a prescription but love nicotine
takin these xannies i might o d
no i don’t mean dre i need d o c
mind inna scramble like eggs when they cooked (n-gg- do you read?)
f-ck a book
bruh what are u on dont know what i took
bruh how much dat cost dont know so i took
how many perkys don’t know over looked
offa dat molly lil b-tch i be rollin
what about acid i’m trippin i told ya but i keep a gun like a mf soilder

verse 2 [wrxth]:
intervals minerals talkin bout syllables
damage em mortal kombat i’m a finish em
interviews minuscule short temper interludes
i don’t discriminate eat her like dinner date
m-ssacre zotiyac choppa gon talk to yo -ss like it interact
bang like i’m in iraq louie my f-nny pack
ak as big as the imax like debo on friday no cinemax
da government controlling you n-gg-s has like puppets
f-ck all da system it’s flawed and corrupted
i ain’t workin no job b-tch if rather die
modern day slavery nine to five
matter of fact f-ck it i’m grabin this nine
shoot five bullets then aim at yo spine
bullets i pluck it pistol i pull it knife i’m a tug it b-tch i’m a bully
i might jus wrap his -ss up like a mummy
i might jus relapse again i’m a dummy
shoot dis whole tommy aim tommies at tummies
filling these opp -ss n-gg-s wit metal
bullets they hot and they hot like a kettle
inside yo body wit lead like a pencil
telekinesis she givin me mental
pull up in dat mini van shoot out da rental
these bullets won’t miss you and no one will miss you i gotta a lot on my mind like a tumor
we crack his -ss up wit these bullets for humor but i am da sh-t i ain’t talk to manure
i gotta gun i i jus might do it
i gotta gun i jus might shoot him
i jus might do it f-ck it ill shoot him ughh huh f-ck it im a do it…

- wrxth lyrics

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