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lirik lagu pinterest – ohlurch

[hook]
your sh*t gon’ jam if you shoot with a limp wrist
shoot like a picture, this sh*t not on pinterest
she wanna f*ck, but i don’t got a interest
told her “get out or get back to the kitchen”
if you gon’ be the shooter, can’t f*ck up the mission
gettin’ you gone like you cancer remission
put you in the sky like a blown engine piston
b*tch, watch your mouth, who the f*ck is you dissin’?
hop on the mic, b*tch, i’m speaking my mind
don’t look at the muzzle flash, it make you blind
that b*tch want love, but i don’t got the time
this b*tch is stupid, she thinkin’ she mine
said he want smoke like a kid in a mine
said he got shooters, but i know he lyin’
[verse]
hollow*tip bullets gon’ to rip you to shreds
this little taurus gon’ leave your ass dead
ain’t gettin’ caught, b*tch, i run from the feds
hop out the car and start jumping the fence
you n*ggas stupid ain’t makin’ no sense
how you gon’ hate if you ain’t got no bread
that’s that dumb ass sh*t you n*ggas be on
y’all ain’t on sh*t, you n*ggas peons
doin’ the dash in a srt neon
y’all in the rear view, i ain’t even seen y’all
ya’ll n*ggas broke and i don’t wanna be y’all
your b*tch is f*ckin’ now she suckin’ me off
she’s goin’ hard, she gon’ suck all my meat off
swingin’ my pole like a golfer at tee off

[verse 2]
i’m with your b*tch like a chip she gon’ lay
you n*ggas talkin’ like b*tches, you g*y
if we doin’ business its not time to play
pull out a gun and crash out like i’m clay
you n*ggas p*ssy and not what you claim
i don’t need a beam because i got good aim
you n*ggas hoes and your daddy to blame
you n*ggas scary, no, we ain’t the same
you went to the trap and just got a ounce
i went to the trap and picked up a pound
i got that dog in me, b*tch, i’m a hound
you ain’t on sh*t, get the f*ck from around
this b*tch suck me up i’ma keep her around
i’m not checkin’ in when i roll through your town
[hook]
your sh*t gon’ jam if you shoot with a limp wrist
shoot like a picture, this sh*t not on pinterest
she wanna to f*ck, but i don’t got a interest
told her “get out or get back to the kitchen”
if you gon’ be the shooter, can’t f*ck up the mission
gettin’ you gone like you cancer remission
put you in the sky like a blown engine piston
b*tch, watch your mouth, who the f*ck is you dissin’?
hop on the mic, b*tch, i’m speaking my mind
don’t look at the muzzle flash, it make you blind
that b*tch want love, but i don’t got the time
this b*tch is stupid, she thinkin’ she mine
said he want smoke like a kid in a mine
said he got shooters, but i know he lyin’

- ohlurch

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