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lirik lagu gulag – toxic x tytuus

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[chorus: tytuus]
uh
i’ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f*ck the game, i’m tryna k!ll the bourgeois

[verse 1: tytuus]
y’all making me laugh
putting virtue into mula
lil’ p*ssy, take this suit off
you don’t need it where we’re going, do you?
young lenin, spitting too raw
rolls*royce with the roof off
b*tch, why is you talking my ear off ’bout money, i don’t wanna hear this sh*t
y’all sell your souls and your bodies just to keep up with appearances
your man a mark and i’m a marxist
talking h*lla smart, b*tch
smack him back to dartmouth
drowning in the water, seeing shark fins
girl, unionize that ass and bring it back to my apartment
sh*t
your ruler’s a fascist
just food for the maggots, they all want their ass kissed
that dough with no taxes
and i ain’t having that sh*t**nah

[chorus: tytuus]
i’ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f*ck the game, i’m tryna k!ll the bourgeois
but i’ll settle for a few cars
[?] rooftop (yah)
[verse 2: jpegmafia]
three*deep stalking, i’m darryl dalkins (oh)
bird*ass n*gga squawking
i have four*four n*ggas out your apartment (oh)
going month by month no lease on (early)
hope your sh*t rent control ’cause you’re moving off it
no biggie, mad diddies with a fresh coffin (baby)
hit a b*tch with the stick like big boss man
i hit a b*tch with the stick like oh mad
jeep wagon (brrat)
drive*by shoot action
do this n*gga like jesus, no passion
heard he got a mean right, well i gotta ask
have you ever tried to punch a n*gga shooting that? (brrat)
man, i went to your show there was no flagging (no)
i know you did a bad job, i was still clapping
no script, no bars, n*gga, no passion
n*ggas wanna be nirvana, boy, you hoodie allen
since you follow trends, run your ice, f*ck the challenge
man, these passblue crackers swear they love rhyming
i just bought a m5, b*tch, i love violence
caught a yuppie on the street, n*gga, what’s poppin’
said he right for the fader, n*gga, bad timing
a nine went to his head like pitchfork co*signed him (ooh, early)

[verse 3: toxic]
(yuh, yuh, yuh)
i’ma run this sh*t like a old block, still f*cking lives up
like a raw dope shot
sick of [?] with the camera on, no [?]
f*ck the whole world, yeah, let’s make the f*cking boat rock
pop sh*t, pop sh*t
couple perkies, bye b*tch
pouring out the sip slow, do that sh*t a lot, kid
used to really live low, never had a day shift
f*ck school, sell dope, using all my patience
stalin on a pad, b*tch, i’m stalin how i run sh*t
[?], and f*cking b*tches speaking russian
[?]
[?], i risk my life on that f*ck sh*t
checks up, checks up, checks up, bad ho
always online, chase attention, lacing bad dope
worrying ’bout your life, leave you [?]
tripping ’bout a future that you’re never gonna have, though
[chorus: tytuus]
nah
i’ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f*ck the game, i’m tryna k!ll the bourgeois
but i’ll settle for a few cars
[?] rooftop (yah)

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