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bless you - lively tiller lyrics

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i ain’t got no issue
make my chopper sneeze, it might need a tissue
i don’t know why the f*ck you got an issue
my glock f*ck you in the face like a b*tch, ooh

ayy, if you talkin’ sh*t, then we got a issue
chopper blow you out your shoes, that’s the issue
your b*tch get on her knees and she kiss you
ayy, that’s a f*ckin’ issue

when i slide up to your crib, your mama tellin’ me she miss you
she miss you, ayy
yeah, my wrist on f*ckin’ icy, it’s a igloo
your b*tch gon’ suck my d*ck and then she say she miss you

come back to your crib, she gon’ f*ckin’ kiss you
and that’s the issue, b*tch, we got a issue
i pop you in your f*ckin’ knees, then beat your ass, ayy
i ain’t talkin’ sh*t if it ain’t bout cash, ayy

i don’t wanna fight you motherf*ckers, it won’t last, ayy
chop f*ckin’ h*rny, just want to nut’ up on your face, ayy
like you is f*ckin’ gay, i don’t even f*ckin’ play about that sh*t, oh, ayy
you know what the f*ck i’m really on, i’m on one

pop a pill and i crash out and k!ll your mom, bruh
my bad, you’re sad, it’s okay
you’re next on my list, you gon’ die today
why your b*tch up on my d*ck, she really want it
hey, she gon’ suck my d*ck and then she get to f*ckin
make her ass squirt, then she get to f*ckin’ cumming
if it’s about money, then you better get to runnin
i got a glock and it get to f*ckin’ drummin

that’s your boyfriend, why the f*ck is he a bum, man
i ain’t even f*ckin’ runnin’ from his b*tch ass
all i do is throw a little cash on his head
then he dead, then he dead

f*ckin’ on your b*tch, told her that i’d give a lead
ayy, i’m f*ckin’ hangin’ with some slimy*ass dreadheads, ayy
don’t play with my gang, you gettin’ caught up in this sh*t, ayy
gettin’ popped up in this b*tch

swear it’s a lot of us in this b*tch and you finna die
i could make your mama cry, send you home, up to god
swear this sh*t like it’s cod, ayy
gta sh*t, cause i’m robbin’ your ass

call of duty sh*t, cause i’m poppin’ your ass
did a lot of sh*t for gang, now they remain the same
they ain’t never switchin’ or they changin
i swear i’m so f*ckin’ rich, i could change the climate

swear to god i’m tryna f*ck this b*tch cause she a dime, b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck cause we ain’t on the same timing
i know that i put him in a scope and then i line him up
his b*tch know how to suck d*cks, she be suckin’ me up
i don’t give a f*ck cause i’m a double f*ckin’ dutch
then i go and f*ck your crush, ayy
that’s me, blush, ayy

- lively tiller lyrics

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