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letra de ​instakill - biinjo & $ega 死 お金 愛

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[hook: $ega 死 お金 愛 & drape]
asking for a word lil b-tch we f-cking past that
mixing up some chems better wear a f-cking gas mask
b-tch you talk a lot of sh-t for a n-gga who in a trash bag
spin the block up on yo brother, that n-gga gon steal your hashtag
night vision yeah i’m taking my mask off
hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat c-ck
b-tch i knockout a n-gga like call of duty or black ops
b-tch that p-ssy a critical, make a n-gga wanna pop off

[verse 1: $ega 死 お金 愛]
get a instak!ll finna take his f-cking soul
pack-a-punch my f-cking gun, yeah that sh-t f-cking blow
drag em straight to h-ll, grab the motherf-cking gold
got more k!lls than f-cking satan, try to make me death row
put a cross on his head like a motherf-cking priest
ray gun times 2, then you gonna rest in peace
cocaine in my nose cause i’m running on e
got goons outside finna f-cking free me
new chains, shackles, stay, rattled
y’all inside a herd like you motherf-cking cattle
iepd keep tryna go to battle
i told em good try you gon’ have to f-cking paddle
away, throw em in sp-ce
omni-man bloodl-st, lock me in a cage
crush his whole head with my hands, enraged
rearrange his neck cause he didn’t f-cking pay, augh
[hook: $ega 死 お金 愛 & drape]
asking for a word lil b-tch we f-cking past that
mixing up some chems better wear a f-cking gas mask
b-tch you talk a lot of sh-t for a n-gga who in a trash bag
spin the block up on yo brother, that n-gga gon steal your hashtag
night vision yeah i’m taking my mask off
hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat c-ck
b-tch i knockout a n-gga like call of duty or black ops
b-tch that p-ssy a critical, make a n-gga wanna pop off

[verse 2: biinjo]
oppa tryna fight, night night, lights out hoe
k!ll that f-cker, put him on a shirt ‘cus his stats low
blood splatter when i blast a gat at his head tho
hear them bullets pop from the heater in my hands, hoe
pack-a-punch my tommygun, i’m shootin up yo whole block
got a speakeasy, in my pocket, got a double glock
mustang and sally, got the sh-t that make the party rock
redfoo tryna mix the sprite up with that quality wock
instak!ll, i pop the pill, the record deal
be comin’ to me in no time
sega, drape, and bingo here, our motives clear
we tend to steer the f-ckin’ party into our line
never gotta mention that our music gettin’ numbers
all the boys in r10t! at the top, we never fumble
blast another opp for talkin’ sh-t, he quit the mumble
magnum in my hand make these m-th-f-ckers crumble, gone

- biinjo ega 死 お金 愛

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