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lirik lagu christ dillinger – deadly assassin

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[intro: christ dilliinger, woman & ]
nuke radio
i cannot f~ck with you if the love ain’t equivalent
christ dillinger goin’ up, n~gga thats imminent
my pockets stick stuffed to the brim with dead presidents
pistol on me, it can rip though a ligament
school shooter ~ i’m a deadly assassin…

nuke
[verse 1: bruhmanegod & woman]
yo songs is ass, garbage
you look so r~t~rded (r~t~rded)
yo songs so f~ckin’ trash and it’s something i couldn’t even market
i’m smoking it down and i ash in the carpets
i roll my sh~t tight and i turn it into less than nothin’
rappers now~a~days are dime a dozen
rappers now~a~days just tryna’ budget
your song’s so ass, send me the indian version
b~tch i’m native, i am not an indian person
all my songs timeless, the corinthians heard it
i drop my sh~t, the whole city is burnin’ (nuke)
i’m too grown for this bullsh~t
i got a rappers b~tch doing a full split
with ears on my head, black on my nails
spider gang with it, yall finna fail

[verse 2: christ dillinger]
i cannot f~ck with you if the love ain’t equivalent
christ dillinger goin’ up, n~gga thats imminent
my pockets stick stuck to the brim with dead presidents
pistol on me, it can rip though ligaments
school shooter ~ i’m a deadly assassin
i used to skip class when i heard that it packin’
i cannot f~ck an emo, i only f~ck goth hoes
hop in a new srt and rest for gyato’s
every time you see me, yeah i got the stick
hop another whip like i’m john wick
if you see me n~gga, yeah you better dip
yeah we shootin’ too, we don’t only drink
i got a bad b~tch, she live in manhattan
i’m smokin’ that gas at their face, i ain’t passin’
christ dillinger ~ a deadly assassin
n~gga i ball, i don’t go to practice
[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
spider gang 2, uh
the racks i made, like 17
just thinkin’ ’bout what imma do
no i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout where it’s getting me
theres fent in your coke and your ketamine
you don’t get to hit, but she lettin’ me
bad b~tch, lets begin lebanese
the b~tch sucking slow, she got leather knees
only thing better than me is a better me
i been better than you since i was 17
i been better than you since i was fresh conceived
every time i hit, i’m doing it perfectly
get your mouth off my d~ck and put it on my nuts
yeah me and christ dillinger in the cult
ay spider gang sh~t, b~tch shut up
i’m just getting buck while i’m getting bucks

[verse 4: christ dillinger & ]
bullets hot, they gon’ burn through my syphilis
i always drip and i know they are sick of this
i move that weight on the hill like i’m sisyphus
f~cking that b~tch, i say “don’t take no pics of this.”
n~ggas always hating on the team
run down on them with a beam
smokin’ weed and i’m gettin’ head
i get so high i just go to bed ()
that p~ssy trash, imma leave it all red
these n~ggas k!llin’ n~ggas over the color red
i’m so high, i forgot what i just said
bulldog ~ i belong in the pen
f~ckin’ on a n~gga b~tch and her friend
every b~tch that i f~ck is a 10
smokin’ strong, ike turner
when i’m in the trap, i’m the top earner
[outro: ]