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letra de blades in our possession - cloroxcide

[intro]
c-lo
you’re godd-mn right

[verse 1: cloroxcide]
i-i-i-i-i be posted at yo’ house, i might just leave a p-ssy lifeless
if he talkin’ on them, then i might just cause a crisis
b-tch, i’m sniffin’ white girl, m-m-miley cyrus
if he speakin’ on the gutters, i might blow his sinus
b-b-tch, i run in wit’ a blade, i gut ’em like a fish (gutter crawlers)
f-f-find his family, serve their heads up on a dish
n-n-n-ggas act like f-ggots, get the f-ck up off my d-ck-k-k
i don’t care if you don’t like me, you a stupid little bi-i-i—
you ain’t speakin’ ’bout no money? what you talkin’ ’bout?
i keep all these gs up and my women, we gon’ run them down
stupid b-tch wanna fight, you a f-ckin’ cl-clown
i-i keep knife in my possеssion, we gon’ slice ’em down
i bе shootin’ heads, god, this thing got blowback
when i’m finished with that b-tch, can’t have no ho back
i be f-ckin’ wit’ yo’ mom ’cause she a whole bag
i be posted with the sniper, got a scope attached
i don’t care about sh-t, leave yo’ body in a ditch
and he cryin’ like a b-tch, i got blue bills, no stitch
i don’t care about sh-t, leave yo’ body in a ditch
and he cryin’ like a b-tch, i got blue bills, no stitch
you ain’t speakin’ ’bout no money? what you talkin’ ’bout?
i keep all these gs up and my women, we gon’ run them down
stupid b-tch wanna fight, you a f-ckin’ clown
i-i keep knife in my possession, we gon’ slice ’em down
[verse 2: x99]
(gutter)
t-t-tell that b-tch (gutter) she can blow me (crawler)
cut yo’ limbs up, and i slice you like bologna
all these b-tches are below me
fun fact, everybody f-ckin’ knows me
i been posted with gutters, i got a knife with me
hit you with my f-ckin’ drum, and you get spiked, fifty
keep a gat on my side, i keep it in right with me
all these b-tches f-ckin’ copy, yeah, they bite with me
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what you say, i’ll leave you in a ditch, b-tch
pull up out the gutter, make him get f-ckin’ rich, b-tch
i make f-ckin’ bank, just look at my logistics
d-don’t f-ck with the gutters, and you end up on a hit list
k-k-k!ll you when i get my f-ckin’ siphon (godd-mn right)
find a dead body, b-tch, and i’m f-ckin’ knifin
k-k-k!ll you when i get my f-ckin’ siphon
f-f-find a dead body, b-tch, and i’m f-ckin’ knifin

[outro]
(g-g-gutter-holics mixtapes)
(did you wanna go with fiji?)

- cloroxcide

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