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lirik lagu mafia – vijilance

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(ravsnext)

mafia motherf*cker, i’ll turn you into a ducker
when i’m poppin all you suckers*
spread the blood like it was b*tter
b*tch you toast when i roast
then drown you under a boat
the cutters about to come out
cuz mandem running they mouth
if you phony, you can blow me, i’m lonely
people*hide*from me*
cuz they know when i get to poppin, i clean house like mary poppins
i might just have to pop in
grab her ass just like i’m shopping
then reach for her top ‘n
get to bouncing she ride shotgun
creeping on more huns
checking out they buns, cuz i’m looking for a threesome with a church nun
but then i gotta run right after i cum
then i’m done, it’s time to bun*
bunty up a likkle sumtin

(chooltz)

but hold up wait a minute* viji what you droppin though?
last mixtape copped only just bout a week ago
empyrean the prequel, 905 name droppa
f*ck havin a sequel* this a never ending sauga
(vijilance)

going out in public coughing, hoping that i spread it
coping mechanism when you’re on the deathbed from this epidemic*
is you regretted the sedatives from the medic
the menacing medicine that demanded all your attention* ready
to die, you got dependent on the molecular structure of potential destruction couldn’t handle the function
forget it ya debit / credit slaved to the habit, cigarette packet, pharmaceutical magic, it’s wreaking havoc
anxiety, depression, addiction, aggression*
i’m mixing, it all up, into a new album
discretion before you listen, i’m losing it by the minute
my grip on reality was divided up by the hatchet

(ravsnext)

gliding flying up in the sky i’m f*ckin high
b*tches just wanna ride, and get baked like an apple pie
get fried like popeyes, bloodshot eyes
i’m the guy that, buns weed till he dies
but not before a bottle of rye*
drink that sh*t till it’s dry
mix canada dry, on canada day with cannabis high
so come on let’s ride, i ain’t gonna lie
hop in and try, i promise you won’t die

(vijilance)
they use the magnet* advertising draws you in
fantasizing ’bout a win, hypnotizing all the men, tantalizing*
god d*mn man i can’t resist, i must submit, wait* opposite*, sh*t* take percocet, wake up, heart attack, break check, carbon tax, make debt, market crash, head*ache, cardiac arrest
target at my vest, partying a mess, “best night of my life”;
the m’s are kicking in, got an army, and we blessed
we rollin deep, enter the club, drippin like rain
not giving a f*ck, just tryna f*ck up the place
these b*tches stuck up like face lift, well guess what i’m racist
i hate white girls, give me a batti to head bang
big dang stripper booty, pouring ciroc down her b00bies
now my c*ck is getting lubied up til its juicy
the poosie is so tempting, demanding, condemning, commanding
i’m expanding, then tapping ‘n slamming* vanish, like phantom
mandem got condoms, ain’t gonna help with our problems, we don’t have enough of us to fill up all these bottoms* it’s awesome
i’m poppin the virgin mary like cherry toppings and the way she getting g*ngb*nged; hairy octopus
scary thought of course, barely got abortion sorted out
gored her stomach didn’t pull it out, custody in the courts now
all because i chose temptation over m*st*rbation
ah well, my plans amazing, chugging faxe til i’m wasted

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