
homicidal - leshen lyrics
[intro]
i am out of here!
oh, what, c’mon what, cause i had a little conversation with somebody?
i put up with it constantly and i am not*
what if i was having a conversation with, with bob or something? like would we be having this talk?
[chorus: leshen]
gotta blow up, so what?
i just got a bag, i might go up
that’s a nice set, i’m so sick, throw up (ble* ble* blegh)
yeah, what the f*ck?
yeah, you a f*ckin’ b*tch
i’ma sit and watch me blow up (monkey balling two!)
i’m so sad b*tch, pull up on your opps
shot ’em dead, bad b*tch style
i’ma break her neck, save the f*ckin’ file
yeah, i’m so godd*mn homicidal
[verse 1: ripjuud]
homicidal, i ain’t seen no corpses in a f*ckin’ while
so i make some myself with a f*ckin’ smile
open up, lemme see your vitals
cool off the blaze like a firefighter
he gon’ learn a lesson now, yeah that sh*t is vital
lace his sh*t talking shrooms, yeah we do not tie ’em
if he wanna go then we’ll fight ’em
you don’t belong here ‘lil bro, get back to your biome
[verse 2: leshen & ripjuud]
think about s*x cause i think it’s fun
(no roblox but we in the slums)
she pull up, she got a gun
(we both got straps the shootout gone’ be fun)
i don’t wanna have no fun
(he a p*ssy, get scared when we lunge)
[?]
(pumped up kicks, yeah, you better run)
[verse 3: leshen & ripjuud]
taking a b*tch and i pull up on ig, i don’t wanna fight but i see me on tv
i get a message from your girl very day, like why she stuck on my ig
pull up on ihop, die hop, finna f*ck around, get shot, no die hard, uh
said you’d be here with the big strap, when i pull up it seems thats a lie huh
[bridge: both]
no cops around
b*tch you a clown
i don’t f*ck around
she don’t f*ck around
(she don’t wanna, she don’t wanna f*ck around)
(she don’t wanna, she don’t wanna f*ck around)
(she don’t wanna, she don’t wanna f*ck around)
(she don’t wanna, she don’t wanna f*ck around)
[chorus: leshen]
gotta blow up, so what?
i just got a bag, i might go up
that’s a nice set, i’m so sick, throw up (ble* ble* blegh)
yeah, what the f*ck?
yeah, you a f*ckin’ b*tch
i’ma sit and watch me blow up (monkey balling two!)
i’m so sad b*tch, pull up on your opps
shot ’em dead, bad b*tch style
i’ma break her neck, save the f*ckin’ file
yeah, i’m so godd*mn homicidal
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