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MVKO (man down man down man down, yuh Man down man down man down yuh Man down man down man down yuh Aye aye yuh) Man down Choppa clean you up like sham-wow Hellhounds Hungry pits inside the dog pound 12 rounds Stand inside the ring get knocked out Big mouths Talkin all that sh*t you ain't bout Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb F**k you bitin motha f**kas leave you sweeped dont need a broom Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone Ghost with a cutthroat watch the blood run down your walls No Russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump b*t*h All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible (2x) JMATTSON Breaking down some bud b*t*h we out the mud count it up Not too many motherf**kers that I’m down to trust loud as f**k When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers There ain’t sh*t that you could tell us little b*t*h Run it up run it up Most these rappers dumb as f**k Double h m you b*t*h we bout this sh*t we steady coming up What the f**k what the f**k Excellent we nothing but You gone pa** the blunt or what These Haters we gon f**k em up hoe All these motherf**kers on some weak sh*t You got me f**ked up if you think that I ain’t peep it How come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches Ran off with my style I got more you can keep it b*t*h You know what the f**k it is 8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs Never smoking on that mid got gelato in the spliff That’s your girl tell me why the f**k she all up on my d**k WITCHOUSE 40K Fall back/ Suck a d**k, lil pu**y boy You ain’t got a .40, takin selfies with a toy, hoe/ Nerf gun thug bro, I destroy his ego I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal/ I just copped a deagle, my sight on yo hero/ I’m digging up graves and they calling me zero/ I look like a rot, boy you act like a beagle/ Your life is so fake like you working at regal/ Ugh Pullin up hit with an uzi, knockin em out like I’m selling him roofies/ ugh I just got blood on my soobies/ Red bottom walking I’m walkin on rubies/ ugh She saying use me, drape me in Louis, I ain’t a noobie suckin that d**k/ Takin a groupie, making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my d**k/ Turning your a** into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro/ F**kin a b*t*h in the back, aye/ F**kin a b*t*h for the bag, aye/ Hittin a lick and I’m calling it quites, and I’m cutting a brick that I stash in the whip/ Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I’m f**kin yo b*t*h with my d**k in her ribs/ Poppin out, b*t*h I walk it out while you on your couch/ Smoke em out, b*t*h I’m rolling pounds, only rolling loud/ Bulletproof, but they fallin down, feed em to the crowd/ Hellhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found/
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