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Plagueboy Lyrics - Artist : Fukkit
Fluss (Man, let's do this shit), yee, Fukkit
Uh (Yeah), you know what it is, man (The puny motherfucker, man) It's the underground's poster boy (Honey man, P.B. genius) The underground surveyor, man (Play at loud volume, man) Watchin' over the underworld, man, Fukkit (All this shit 'bout to be worth more than your mofuckin' rent, true) Huh, yee, uh (Fukkit) Spend some of my expenses and that's all financial, hyeah, yeah Count up some of these digits, whippin' out all these rentals, wah, wah (Skrr) Guccis with bipedal, boy, we could get shit settled, huh, huh (Hey) Organs turn to Jello when they straight pop your vessel, hah, hah I was at the stu' just peepin' instrumentals, hah, huh (True) Niggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah Get the block like Stephen, cookin' meth like Jesse (Blow that boy), huh, huh Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then shit get messy (Okay) Blood all on street, can't be too cautious where we leave him restin' Told him I'm a weapon, Nike checks, I stepped on my investments Pockets fat like Precious, walkin' through the back, man, fuck the entrance Peep right at my section, blunts as fat as Precious We got snipers pointed at the exits just for my protection (Okay) I'm the type to not answer the question, hope you get the message Told my boy go 'head and get in the pit, not talkin' interception I was goin' right upside my way then took the wrong direction .30 on that bitch, get to singin' just like One Direction Walk 'round with discretion (Ding), by the pole like it was an election Really not my type, bitch go 'head, suck on this dick though Gotta keep me twins, I hold both just like akimbo Niggas ain't gon' fight, you might get hit with the Kimbo My shit just go too hard, I had to take it back to simple It's really not my choice that you actin' like a bimbo And bitch niggas want peace, he gon' get one to his temple, okay, Fukkit Spend some of my expenses and that's all financial, hyeah, yeah Count up some of these digits, whippin' out all these rentals, wah, wah (Skrr) Guccis with bipedal, boy, we could get shit settled, huh, huh (Hey) Organs turn to Jello when they straight pop your vessel, hah, hah I was at the stu' just peepin' instrumentals, hah, huh (True) Niggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah Get the block like Stephen, cookin' meth like Jesse (Blow that boy), huh, huh Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then shit get messy (Okay) Fukkit |
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