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lirik lagu mel v - psychosis

[intro]
brr, chapo

[verse: mel v]
choppas on me they go, dun~dun~dun~dun
and i’m high in the b~tch, i might jump of the roof
i don’t drink no liquor, but i cop a deuce
get off of that junk and i start to feel loose
form me a blunt and get out of my body
off of the drugs, get a feelin’ hypnotic
jump on the beat and i k!ll a hot shot
you f~ck around, b~tch, you get popped like a hot seat
f~ck around, b~tch, you get slapped, smacked down
if it’s modern, it’s up, i won’t back down
they’ll get that money for real, i’m a cash cow
got that glock on me, make it go blak~blak
i’m with them shooters, that’s all, ain’t no big round
ain’t no honor glock, ain’t big to get dead down
i know you not hard, ’cause you follow your n~gga ’round
put on my mask, i’m ready to creep
there ain’t an op in my block, i can’t breathe
pestering my hoes, i’m a mo’f~ckin’ chief
ridе that b~tch up with a leaf, it’s a key
ride that b~tch up likе a big~ass backwoods
hop out looking like i just hit a fat dude
for the racks, i’ll turn into a big crew
young choppo on the hoe like a fish hook
young sharp is a hoe
number two pencil, get to the beat, i’ll near you tenfold
beefin’ with me is not really essential
run up out here, f~ck your ass right in the temple
f~ck all your friends, all these b~tches be federal
smokin’ on gasoline, you know this sh~t medical
spray that pack while you smokin’, i’ll k!ll ’em all
y’all gon’ eat me up just like the edible
[verse: pintscored]
how ’bout i boaw this n~gga off my hip?
lil’ ass n~gga, he’ll shoot too little (too little? one more time)
there ain’t no block work where this don’t scale me
i’m on the drill, i ain’t bringing no air
since i hit it 5, just 10 out of 10
might spend all them miles in a suit wearing heavy
fake ass opp, he just like a stick
i got the truck coming through cutting bread
i’m checking the start and sh~t getting lit
this sh~t look r~t~rded, it’s real as it get
it’s real going to target, so why i creep?
i catch an opp, put his ass underneath
man put the dirty ass opp in a leaf
up on the block on the top, it’s a sweep
bad ho hang on to d~ck like a tree
pretty ho eat up the d~ck like a tree
brand new truck, got it f~ck up the street
y’all n~gga hoes ain’t never even creep
but i don’t try to see what he talking about
n~gga a ho’, how the f~ck you ain’t pop out?
drawin from the hot hole, young n~gga pop out
put your ass a red on the shirt, you like, “ta~da”
my pride, but i’ll blow, pop out
all them need prayers, just tell ’em, “allah”
all that dancing, you know that i pop out
feel like the cold, said, “the way that i call out”
but i’m just endin’ my pain when i fall out
he in this creep, man, his ass on the side like
hang out with boj, find him a doctor
walk or die, you know he creep
this sh~t so stagnant, it’s seeded in lean
glide through the tent, try to f~ck up the speed
i catch opp, it’s a pay day we eat

- lirik lagu mel v

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