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bowl cut - killua the pilgrim lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m just a n*gga with dope (ya)
i really ain’t got no dough (ya)
some of these nights got so cold (ya)
writing these lyrics in bold
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packing that sh*t like a bowl
it never fear so i grow
selling you n*gga’s my hole
ride around with the heat sitting by d*cky call that sh*t a hot dog
dark knight to my city, biting on bity boy i think i’m [?]
got the trap tag hittin’ all in her fendi [?], talkin’ eight ball
we made plays dog, motion coming in like a motherf*cking [?] dog
these n*gga’s think they sl!ck, i’m fl!cker
i get rich, i help my n*gga’s
you get rich, you lose your mentals
sell your phone for couple figures
you ain’t really had no bag, broke ass hoe with a broke ass dad
whole town even broke that’s sad
i got my green than my grass
i got more connects than [?]
fill my sh*t with 91, even my car get better gas
n*gga’s still light up on red, might as well smoke a match
i got rich from sellin’ hope, went bankrupt on all of that

- killua the pilgrim lyrics

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