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lirik lagu lxxiv - intruder

[verse 1] lxxiv

dip in that l!ck on my liver is money said f~ck on a cap and i’ll run all my money
we rip his body turn that boy to a zombie pistol grip and it came with a shotty
200 fast i just popped me a molly i keep a tommy you can call me
i’m popping pistols like i pop me a nollie i sn~tch his chain and he ain’t do sh~t ’bout it
i’m from the louis i’m steady repping the set got some shooters
outside ready to get you wet
man i’m marking a b~tch everyday of the week if i hit em right then
his body gon leak
we smoking these blunts and it laced with yo (?)
shoot out the whip gotta roll down the window
don’t give a f~ck turn his girl to a widow
f~ck off my phone all you rappers are wеirdos
go save a hoe you can call me a hеro
more the army our tints(?)
shoot at his feet got him dancing like disco scope broke off good thing i never miss though ay

[verse 2] 83hades

83
huh smoking on the gas b~tch i’m cut like grass
that b~tch looking fat think i’d rather pass used to pray for money now i got the cash
walk up to the mall f~ckin’ spend the racks
b~tch i took yo bag you can’t have it back
gripping on that mac we might gain my pack got put on the news thinking he could rap
roll em in a blunt roll em in a wrap you not sippin’ lean no that is not (?)
b~tches get the beam b~tch i’m bout my tac that sh~t looking green i think its from a disease
i know what i’m saying lil b~tch i sip h~lla’ lean like a rap song ima make his whole body (?)
molly and acid lil b~tch i’m about to geek come to ur supply i’m just happy people don’t smoke with me
really i just wanna get in her ovaries do not know what in my body came over me
[verse 3] lxxiv

yuh i turn yo brain to a latte look in my eyes you can tell that i don’t play
30 round clip through the hallway p~ssy won’t run up on me ugh he will get salty
all of you rappers are actors like broadway
hop in the function we coming (?)
laughing some more hit him with the replay
passing out bullets i guess its a relay
runnin’ up f~ck em up we came to bust em up
give me a blade now i’m hittin’ all tummy tucks
sharpen the blade so my knife will get f~ckin’ stuck
bullets are bouncing so its best that you f~cking duck
grippin’ the ruger you claim you a shooter but didn’t do sh~t when i took all yo mula
i’m deep in yo house so you yelling intruder and that’s what you get for talking sh~t on computers
yuh i’m whippin that work huh? i’m whippin that work out the kitchen
run up the pack i keep me a smithin’ all black ski masks we on a mission
83 letters no shots at yo fitted look like a move but it was not scripted

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