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lirik lagu lil mosquito disease - prelude

[chorus: kid floral]
creep on you b~tches
into scams so we just take the money
we ran away, they pushed the [?] cause that sh~t be funny
they land on b~tches, i got hundreds in my britches
i made from scratches like these itches
i’m smokin’ crack up in the kitchen
b~tch i got, b~tch i got hundreds on my wrist
b~tch i’m smokin’ on a spliff
i ain’t listenin’ to sh~t
i got racks like a shelf
i’m too broke, k!ll yourself
i’m too gold, b~tch, i’m a elf
i don’t need no f~ckin’ help

[verse 1: kid floral]
b~tch, i go, i’m makin’ her commit to murder
i’m in the streets and i’m committing murder
i got a bachelor’s degree in murder
i got a b~tch in the back and you heard her
i don’t like opеnin’ curtains, they watchin’ me
b~tches comе in and they doxxin’ me
b~tches come in and they swattin’ me
b~tch, i’m the sh~t [?]
i got some ice on my wrist and it’s glowin’
i got water on my neck and it’s flowin’
[?]
[?] like a trojan
b~tch, i’ll see you in the next life
gonna shoot you and your b~tch wife
i got a big gun, a big knife
and i go and shoot you in broad lights
[chorus: kid floral]
creep on you b~tches
into scams so we just take the money
we ran away, they pushed the [?] cause that sh~t be funny
they land on b~tches, i got hundreds in my britches
i made from scratches like these itches
i’m smokin’ crack up in the kitchen
b~tch i got, b~tch i got hundreds on my wrist
b~tch i’m smokin’ on a spliff
i ain’t listenin’ to sh~t
i got racks like a shelf
i’m too broke, k!ll yourself
i’m too gold, b~tch, i’m a elf
i don’t need no f~ckin’ help

[post~chorus: kid floral]
creep on you b~tches
into scams so we just take the money
we ran away, they pushed the [?] cause that sh~t be funny
they land on b~tches, i got hundreds in my britches
i made from scratches like these itches
i’m smokin’ crack up in the kitchen

[verse 2: hood guy]
prada on my shoes, b~tch, that money stand up with me (ayy)
got off with that loot, now we on your block with semi’s
i was speedin’ in that coupe, almost got a couple injuries
f~ck a president, who? i only walk around with benjies
when i catch a body, i don’t gotta take my meds
say you wanna change his life, that’s too bad, i leave him dead
you would think i was a bad b~tch how i left that boy on red
not no text, i’m talkin’ bout the blood pourin’ from his head
and my p.o. lame as f~ck, she tryna make me take a test
pour some lemonade inside that cup and then i smoke the best
will he be on all the addies, i will never get no rest
think i got a magic bullet how it went straight through his vest (ayy)
shout out to my lawyer, he know where i hid the gun
and i know that he ain’t sayin’ sh~t if i go on the run
and my pockets fat as f~ck like i feed them honey buns
big baller b my biggest opp, cause he stole my son (what?)
ay, give me my son back! (hey)
i’ll go get a gun rack (hey)
i’ll go get a big mac (yeah)
then i’ll shoot your b~tch ass (yeah)
then i’ll leave you right inside the sewer (yeah!)
racks bigger than a cow, i’m the money mooer
not a money mooer, you know i’m a cash cow (hey)
my b~tch strong as f~ck, i make her bring the racks out (what the h~ll?)
think you funny, but you really just a sad clown
on the private jet, don’t even need a patdown
[guitar outro: twisted wizard]

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