I just killed a man | Pulled released and let go | Dropped down to his knees
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I just killed a man | Pulled released and let go | Dropped down to his knees
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I just killed a man Pulled released and let go Dropped down to his knees Bled all over me Should've stayed low You shouldn't look at me wrong And pretend you don't know I'll blind you with my ice Don't make me ask you twice More like More like you fuck with me hoe I'll end your family tree Fuck with me no Presi Rollie on my wrist Hoes all over me Wet all over me More like Blood all over me Sip it like it's tea I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay I'm here to stay Trauma trauma trauma trauma Trauma trauma trauma trauma Daddy used to beat on me Then he would take it out on mama When I go to sleep at night I hold her close just like my trauma I ain't talking 'bout a bitch I'll hold my glock close like my donna If I fall it's from the penthouse Hoes and bitches cry my name out Many bodies I made bleed out Manson would be scared of me now Do what I have to prove myself Kill, fuck, steal to protect my wealth Buss down buss down buss down buss down Cosa mia, my way it's dealt Man I'll do it all for a Rollie Presidential, day-date Yellow gold, Tony I'll take it to the casket Fuck a consiglieri I won't ask, I'll dictate Fuck all my enemies Then ask how my dick taste Every body talk about what they never had I want money and power I don't talk about a dad For every diamond on my body Is a dead man's soul Sent straight from where they came form Like factory stones Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your stupid slogan in Everybody sing along Hey man come give me a hand For what? You! I said come give me a hand Fuckin' body in my trunk Fuck man Let's drag it Let's drag it over there What he do to you? Dig up a grave Gotta dig up fuckin' bodies He got there bullets in his head Ma cazzo boss! Fuck is this? Smells like shit out here Fuck man Stuff that body in Stuff that body in yeah Throw that shit in Throw that shit in man
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