Сними нахуй лабутены
Помню времена когда я был бля совсем бедным
Щас на мне фунты, рубли и сука даже йены
Я не видел батю но спасибо его генам

Теперь смотри на меня
То как я высоко ща
Не достанешь никогда 
Ай ай
И они хотят жить так
Но боже как им сказать
Что это полный факап

Я знаю тебе нечего сказать
Там где я был пять лет назад 
Ты сейчас прямо там хахаха
И на мне на мне этот мой гуап
Заработал сам ведь я не просил его никогда

Сними нахуй лабутены
Помню времена когда я был бля совсем бедным
Щас на мне фунты, рубли и сука даже йены
Я не видел батю но спасибо его генам

Лабутены

Get tf up out my fucking face hoe
She just finished drink now she need two mo
Bitch you better finish that damn drink hoe
Got them lips up all up on the drink hoe
Got her lips all falling off the drink hoe
Body leaning surely off the drink hoe
Slip two pills in cup and now she dead hoe
Got her sleeping fucking on a dead hoe

Demon creepin lurking
hawling through the night
Looking for a soul to find
Fresh meat is all in the mind

Bloody Mary through the night
Preacher needs a preacher
Just to get him through 
these harshest times

I don’t need no fucking lead
But pass me piece i shoot you dead
Just cut my fucking hair off
I don’t got no god damn dreadlocks

Dreadlock dreadlock
Don’t got no fucking dreadlock
She don’t give me pussy 
So i cut her god damn head off
Head off head off
I cut her god damn head off
She don’t give me pussy
So I’m fucking on her dead raw

Give me the pussy or give me the money
I don’t give af I’m fucking your honey
Killing her pussy just thinking it’s funny
Fucking her pussy until it is doney 

Running running
Her pussy so damn runny
I don’t give af about your life
I’m fucking god g

Fucking on a god g
I’m a fucking god g
I’m a fucking god g
I’m a fucking god g

Get tf up out my fucking face hoe
She just finished drink now she need two mo
Bitch you better finish that damn drink hoe
Got them lips up all up on the drink hoe
Got her lips all falling off the drink hoe
Body leaning surely off that drink hoe
Slip two pills in cup and now she dead hoe
Got her sleeping fucking on a dead hoe

(I dont care)

Hoe (Prod. TREETIME)

prod. lucyfxr 
mixed and mastered by blvckehart and vq

THOMASIN

ends

LYRICS 

VERSE 1 [JUNIOR]
--------------------------
i serve you poison it’s easy to sleep
I serve an upper, hah watch how they geek
I am a predator preying on feinds 
you want a lick bitch I know where you sleep 
know where you sleep you a target on me
I’m in the window you see what I see 
head on your pillow I draw out a beam 
hand on my silver the silencer key 
shh 
shh 
silencer key, I make an action you die in your sleep 
shh
shh
silencer key, I make an action you die in your sleep 

boy come and find me in the night time 
if you wanna do it that’s a bad time
we can get it bustin under street lights
junior leave a body under street lights
(x2)

VERSE 2 [FURY]
------------------------
Nigga you ain't safe in the Crib 
My dawg said he know where you live 
Nigga fucc yo mama and the kids 
Cuh don't know a thing about remorse
We was barely kids off the porch 
--  
On Crip, I ain't ever go out like a bitch 
I ain't ever tell, I'm not a snitch 
Rats dead in a ditch  
And I can put that On the gang 
I don't give a fucc bout what you claim 
--
Ask him where he from, then them niggas go dumb 
Only If the answer that he give the wrong one
Baby .22, skinny nigga, small gun 
Might've lost a fade but you'll never see me run
-- 
My dawg had me hold the long nose 
I ain't shoot it though 
I was hitting liccs, selling gas, think my mama know 
She the one I got it from, I was always up to some 
Still hide a blammy, type to beat me if she found a gun 
--
Never caught a charge behind some foolish ass  street shit 
Guessing that's a blessing, cause I know too many felons 
Watching from the bench but you said I wouldn’t be shit 
Still not, stupid bitch, who you really telling? 
-- 
Fucc a bank account, my dawg still use a shoebox 
Know a couple niggas that'll swear that they phone hot 
Hope nobody home, we gon find out at the door knock 
Ever seen a nigga go out sad, on his own block? 
Man that shit crazy, my memory get hazy 
When pigs got some questions 
I don't know a damn thing
I don't even know my real first & last name
Fucc your favorite rapper, I'm the type to snatch his chain

IZZ WHAT IT IZZ

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