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ISIS TYPE BEAT Lyrics - Artist : lil darkie
Blow up
Blow up I'm about to blow up Filled up with emotion And some potion Had to po' up No cup Grow up Bitch you better grow up Slow up If you talking shit you better throw up Throw up Nausea in my stomach had to let it go Wet the bowl Toilet pot then boil it Foil it let it blow I'm ready hoe Cutting coke, I feel it in my finger tips Trigger rip Liquor in my system Lit a cigarette Nigga bet Nigga bet Nigga you can fucking beeeeet Imma have to get the teeeeech And spray it at yo fucking neck Stalk ya block Throw you on the chopping block my choppa talk Choppa yell Gritting teeth and spitting till the copper fell Is he talking copper shells or coppers that get pensions? I'm a oppa to you niggas that be paying for attention Fuck a mention build the tension eventually til ascension I'm benching these niggas quenching the people need for a drenching I'm flooding the game Blood in the mud on my name I ain't even sped it up Or spud up the bud in my brain I could do that Tight like virgins Clean detergent Yacking up my sins like I am purging Feel the urge and Cut like surgeon I can feel my rage emerging Taking over me I don't wanna talk Baking on a leaf Towing on a glock Running on my feet Dodging hella opps I got no more weed I been doing drops I been high as fuck I got momma scared She just wanna talk Like I am not aware But she like all my shit Cause my momma ain't a square And I started making hits When I took off all my hair I'm darkie bitch Darkie bitch Fuck you mean I'm here to stay I grip the k and let it say Bang bang to any nigga in my way Fuck a hater man Got the greater bands I could back it up I could put you on the hands Nigga back it up I see you wanna take offense And you talk a lot of shit But got no shit inside yo pants bitch I be on the grind Everyday I be out the box Like a russian ak She be sucking on my cock Told that bitch okay The way She make it disappear I'd pay Good money Drug money Can't deposit blood money Wood honey Cherry looking sunny Reefer inside of my tummy Funny bunny running from me Imma blow up Blow up On allah imma blow up I follow you won't show up Got shala bumpin' no fucks Ytrid out my speakers I be fighting all my teachers Features Gotta love what you don't need Weed hitting like a judo knee Got pseudo, keys, and mushrooms pounds And you know these won't rush you down We high as hell cause we below it Heaven is the 7-11 cause I'm a broke kid Speaking like a reverend lil darkie be on imam shit Melon that I'm severing the devil is in my palm shit Darkie hella maaad ain't really with all the calm shit I be dropping fire like striking you with a bomb shit |
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