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marauding - yung brindley lyrics

let the chopper slaughter, b*tch looking like cannon fodder
got the drip like i′m saltw*ter, told that b*tch don’t even bother
ain′t got sh*t that you could offer

blame your problems on your father
name another that be hotter, definition of macabre
flow hot as some lava, b*tch thick know i got to hit it
that’s nirvana b*tch i’m lit marijuana
hush them lips such a talker, suck my d*ck give me slobber

smoking on that sticky icky, b*tch i′m tipsy off this whiskey
throwing hundreds throwing fiftys, ugly b*tches flash they kitty
i′m slumped out like a dead hippie
search for love that’s not within me, there′s a black hole in my city

i race against the clock, time is money it don’t stop
i got drugs of every kind, used to slang them on the block
now i keep them to myself, still i′m running from the cops
b*tch i stay low key, they won’t never find the spot
i′m a curb stomp your t**th, if i think your trying to plot
p*ssy boy don’t want no beef, your whole squad i’d f*cking drop
i′ve had pockets full of knots, cocaine all up in my snot
i′ve dropped racks up on a thot, found out love can not be bought

- yung brindley lyrics

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