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Lucifer
- What’s this bum licks who dick suck
- too bad bullet didn’t hit trump
- it was a public stunt the injustice is that it just missed
- y’all can only flow on one kinda beat my style is a mix of
- Em Ken juice and jigga
- video chat ur ex for some dollars she was doin tricks yuh
- hardly responsible for shit don’t know where ya kids are
- let alone ur bum bitch
- tryna have me ghost write disses
- for y’all to beef with each other fight ur own battles fuck a
- cop bitch in the rear she said don’t nut
- I said cream or glazed I blew up like Boston marathoner race
- Ironic how she froze up shoulda seen the look on her face
- gazing at me like I was from out of space
- told her wipe it off that’s a clean slate
- there’s more in store from whence it came
- I’m da Vinci how I lisa paint
- like I’m billy mays get it between the eyelids not their ear
- I don’t do silly strays don’t get your Philly laced at diddy place
- or be waking up with a milly strut an pain from the anus
- he Cosby ya cup that’s a different bill it ain’t mays bitch
- I’m as flavorful as Nathan mom labia
- before the razor cut
- and she went septic shock and got sick so the doc stick
- an iv thru her trachea and she bled out from the lungs quick
- I had friends who would use me for money they would change up
- an get me framed like an illustration
- now I know what I mean when niggas wanna hang nigga hating
- guess we ain’t build the same different framework cuz I ain’t sniffin base
- few friend plenty acquaintances too many to name
- all I know is I ain’t marrying for show and ain’t using kids as bait getting fetty laced now u basic I treat her like a turkey she let me baste it for perkies she familiar with that prescription taste she giving face getting wasted she say I’m meaty yum I’m so rare you ain’t even medium I hear the spirits interfering in my sphere to give me lyrics like I was a spiritual medium I swear I stare in my mirror I swear I be meeting them my life was a nightmare made it out it’s a miracle don’t play with the seraphim an it can bloody if u beef with them make mistakes rarely not medium carry beams like cherubim’s rock the boat no pirates of the carribean im mideteranian Siri will tell u I got cherry o like cereal prepare the cemetery for burial im rigor morris stiff im in her dreams like Freddy or Rick an Marty ima scary terry blowjng up like terrorist I’m illuminated like Buddha my drake speak the language my night owl bitch be at hooters dressing lewd and it’s lucrative drunk n nude it’s ludicrous she wanna hit the joint no it ain’t a Newport cig it’s a funny bone like humorous they try be like clouse but they run out of money quick get bud on a budget head butt of best buds is it caterpillar or human spinning a cocoon again I’m a lunatic married to the game tied the knot as a youth whoda thought I would die this music to be murder by I’m consumed
- my tunes in my room ima recluse again
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