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lirik lagu suwakonem - wish em well remix

[intro: suwakonem]
(9ensokyo)
huh, uh, uh, yuh (watch this)
yeah

[chorus: suwakonem]
tell that–tell that ho i k!ll
she tryna cop a feel
leave him in the dirt
in the mountains, in that field
my bro catching hats, and some plays, nfl
fn hit his body, and this chop’ gon’ wish ’em well

[verse 1: suwakonem]
i hang with some vamps, huh
and they drink your blood
in that hood, i’m stamped
pour a pint, yeah, that mud (yeah, that mud)
you can’t up your chop
put it down, you ain’t hood
pop up at that party, air it out, like, “what’s good?”
i’m shipping x, i’m shipping xans
put on a fit straight from j~pan
i heard you dipped off on your mans
he heard the shots, that n~gga ran
tried to get two, that was the plan
we had three ks, call it the klan
just like furina, your ass get banned
these hoes broke, don’t got no bands
dropping that pack off in your hands
these n~ggas funny, they comic like sans
i ain’t gon’ stop ’til the payday
big ass chop, we gon’ call that b~tch mayday
we caught a opp and madе him do the nae nae
[chorus: suwakonem]
tеll that–tell that ho i k!ll
she tryna cop a feel
leave him in the dirt
in the mountains, in that field
my bro catching hats, and some plays, nfl
fn hit his body, and this chop’ gon’ wish ’em well

[verse 2: patxhouliii]
p~p~patchy sosa, i been whippin’ that work
patchy sosa, i been doin’ that dirt
if he talkin’ down on 9ensokyo
pull up on him with the glock, make him hurt
draco tucked up in my dress, not a skirt
pull up with fifty on me, make him twerk
give you the kiss of death, b~tch, i don’t flirt
pop a lunarian, then pop a perc (mingo)
i’m in the trap, b~tch, i’m selling zips
think that you hard, n~gga? you a b~tch
sdm, n~gga, yeah, that be the clique
me and my n~ggas, we finna be rich
just like remi, pullin’ up in broad day
patchy sosa, i be havin’ my way
real rich b~tch, yeah, i’m getting paid
call up sakuya, she slide with the maids
getting money ’bout a hundred some ways
pull up with draco on me, that’s my ace
talking down on me? b~tch, you isn’t safe
i’m tryna pull up in that f~ckin’ wraith
casting a spell, whippin’ up that potion
patchy sosa really having that motion
f~ck around and find out, b~tch, you ain’t knowin’
empty the clip, b~tch, i be unloading
b~tch, i walk around with that stick
talking down on me? you finna get hit
pop me a n~gga like a f~cking zit
and they finna bodybag him and that’s it, b~tch (9ensokyo)
yeah (yeah)
yeah, patchy sosa, n~gga, you know how we do, man, yeah
[verse 3: walkdownmokou]
i hop out and shoot at you, i touch bands on fruity loops
you a b~tch, i’m juggin’ you, yoshino be juggin’ too
hop out cut glock eat like food, can’t play me, i’m not no fool
hvac, b~tch, i keep that tool, leave you laying in a pool
of blood, what? (what?)
i been sippin’ mud off that cup (yeah)
all these hunnids what i touch, count it up (bih)
g19, green beam, might shoot, like the bucks
heard your tape, that sh~t so p~~p, that sh~t b~tt (ah)
like its fortnite, i’m gon’ jump off that battle bus (yeah)
pull up to the bamboo forest, we linkin’ up (linkin’ up)
sleepin’ on me, why you snorin’? you dumbass f~ck (dumbass f~ck)
yeah, i got the funds, arp with drum
lil’ bro, is you dumb? ain’t no one~on~ones
aya get you slumped, hunnids, they my thumbs (yeah)
thought they b~tch was cool, i guess i was wrong
hah (hah)

[verse 4: hopoutyoshino]
b~tch, i got a chop’, it came with a grip
that beam on my glock, i let that b~tch rip
when the fn loaded, that b~tch caught a kick
if i did what you did, i’d be dead wrong, no sh~t
h~hit that jugg on my two phones, got ten bands to make it flip
i got a g43 on my lap, i feel like i’m senna (feel like i’m senna)
i got a white ho sniffing the snow, like tony montana
i shout out them boys, shout out to the guys
i ain’t talking to pastors (talking to pastors)
and i’m mixing the codeine with the fanta (yeah)
w~we finna shoot at your head
i don’t give a f~ck what that b~tch say
got that gen 5, with that lil’ b~tton on the f~cking back, got a lotta spread
hah, mokou been sippin’ on red, she finna shoot on that boy dead (yeah)
and this stick can shoot from hip
h~he finna walk, he finna dip
(yeah)

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