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father son kamehameha/1k freestyle - wrxth lyrics

[verse 1: wrxth]
jump through the water, got sticks like it’s pool
if you take out the l it’s gone represent you, or yo’ music
i been through h*ll, yeah this sh*t been abusing but i got a k you gon’ find really amusing
it shoot at yo’ face, it ain’t sweet like some gluten
yeah shout to crowlife, yeah that be the movement
like hooters, man i’m off a perky, that b*tch got me zooted
you take out the *ted i go ape like a zoo did
yeah, i’m confuse a b*tch just like a rubix
got a guitar, bullets singing, acoustic
i’m off of the bars like a playground for children
i’m off the xanny like purple hair uzi
yac is the teacher but i am the student
i f*cked on yo’ b*tch, i ain’t mean to be prudent
unreal but i’m lucid
ain’t bout it, i knew it
you not from that scene so the act, need to lose it
my n*ggas pull up like huggies, remove it
they want you to sign like it’s nike just do it
you look for a check don’t faithfully pursue it
i got me a he*rs* for yo’ body to use it
i been through worse then a rat in a sewage
i been on xannys since n*ggas was droolin’
you ain’t on sh*t cause yo’ life it ain’t movin
i got me a knife cause i don’t feel like shootin’
my n*ggas know that we bootin’
smokin’ on gas and we zooted
i got the bullets they tucked in my ruger
i got an mk, it make peace like it’s luther
shout out my n*ggas, you know that we bootin’
smokin’ on gas and you know that we zooted
i got the bullets they tucked in my ruger
got an mk, it make peace like it’s luther
my gun, it make peace like it’s luther
these hoes, they be smelling like fish, yeah they hookers
i’ma reel the b*tch in, i might deal the b*tch
and just pimp slap the b*tch if she come any closer
no lil’ b*tch, you cannot get any closer
shot in his back, he get shot in the shoulder
i got the choppa, it’s big as a boulder
clip tall like a blank, just pr*nounce it like tower, ha

[verse 2: zotiyac]
uh, ay
these n*ggas p*ssy, i know they influenced
jocc in my sh*t, boy, the f*ck is you doin’?
still c*ckin’ yo’ sh*t, boy, you should’ve been shooting
dropping his sh*t, look like he in confusion
uh, i ain’t talkin’ bout music, catch an opp n*gga, walk through him (fa fa)
i get too bored then i put that chop to him
boards on your crib, we gon’ post up like you in
pop that lil’ boy and stand over the n*gga
we shot that lil’ boy, we ain’t know the lil’ n*gga
be under if you don’t get over the lil’ n*gga
that vector, b*tch, take a soul from a n*gga
uh, spill you like soda lil’ n*gga then toss you inside of my soda lil’ n*gga
.44 on me, i might fold the lil n*gga
pogo on me, n*gga, you get the picture
that stick, knock the boy out of his kicks
got jumped out his tongue, he was runnin’ them l!cks
got punched off his gun, now he look like a b*tch
said he with the sh*ts, it’s them n*ggas he with
it ain’t him, n*gga get smoked like a stim
hit his brim, knock off a limb them shoot up by the rim
i up the stick, send you up like a blimp
i got a shirt, put you on like a pimp

- wrxth lyrics

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