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lirik lagu smoke his skull – ​​​​iayze

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[intro]
(i put you on just now, bro)
ayy, real murda worth sh*t, b*tch

[verse]
top kid, run sh*t, put a n*gga in the graveyard
arp got tracers, can’t make it far
he in his mama house, i got three cars
they say, “jace won’t shoot sh*t, he only get off the bars”
we send him up like a star
b*tch, star shooter, i ain’t [on no b*tch?]
like the klan, get him lynched
smoke his mans, f*ck his b*tch
these n*ggas actin’ white as h*ll, i’m finna send him to h*ll
he got three figures, i just wish him well, that boy broke as h*ll
dead ass opp, just died, they like, “what’s that smell?”
this wockhardt on me, put him in the air
shoot him in face, i bet they won’t even care
[outro]
b*tch, ayy
shoot him in face, i bet they won’t even care
b*tch, ayy
you know, lil’ thirty seconds
f*ck this sh*t, i don’t even like the drama
p*ssy*ass n*ggas be doing that
they be folding and sh*t
you know, f*ck the opps, f*ck these rappers
i’m the top dog
i got so much money i’ll get you knocked off
move out your mama house
(i swear they just want so much clout off of me, bro)

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