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letra de florida zombie empyre - lil kishin slit

[intro]
ayy, big bands, big bands every f-cking day
big bands, big bands every f-cking day
big bands, big bands every f-cking day
ayy, ayy, florida zombie, florida zombie, b-tch, we the gang
florida zombie, florida zombie, b-tch, we the gang
florida zombie, florida zombie, b-tch, we the gang, ayy
b-tch, we the gang, florida zombie, florida zombie, b-tch, we the gang
ayy, got my n-ggas in this sh-t, finessing
shoutout ghoulclique, we out here, man
ayy, ayy

[verse]
jugging, finessing this sh-t, uh, whipping up new elements
big titties on that b-tch, it’s a development
she suck my d-ck for some motherf-cking cannabis
slob on my kn-b until i cannot handle it
make my soul fly likе i’m pegasus
talking that sh-t, but i know you irrelevant
shе suck my d-ck, think that b-tch is intelligent
slither like snakes, yeah, my fangs really venomous
when i’m in the hood, i turn to a menace, b-tch
dead4ever, yeah, we k!lling these n-ggas quick
i keep that glock like a second d-ck
f-ck with my n-ggas, we slicing your ligaments
then put your body in a ditch, florida zombie be the f-cking gang
let them know when they hear the name
if the dope down, kicking doors down with the fourth pound
hit a n-gga in the nose, now he didn’t know how
jigging with tool, about to fix your attitude
sliding in the coupe, when i slide, b-tch, i go vroom
about to make boom, al-qaeda slit in the room
f-cking on your b-tch, i go bop-da-booda-boom
where my money at, b-tch, you all on the gram, steady talking that sh-t
don’t hit up my line, i’m beating your b-tch
she paying that fine for f-cking this d-ck
she paying that fine for f-cking with slit
she paying that fee for f-cking with me
uh, i split that lean on my jeans
this succubus b-tch finna slurp like a flee
i need that cheese like rat, you got me f-cked up if i snitch on my pack
i’m up in the underworld serving that pack
that b-tch is a junkie, she snorting up crack
i’m f-cking your b-tch, pull her hair from the back
i just been counting up racks, she think i’ma zombie up in the flesh
we toting them triggers and aim for heads
i’m feeling real classy, put on a vest, you n-ggas is f-ggots, put on a dress
you gon’ fumble the pack while i make it flip
i be jumping, no jacks, but from out the gym
i be smoking on thraxx, chilling with your b-tch
i don’t care about that b-tch, a misogynist
kick her right out my crib, how we doing it
then i light up my spliff, i be boofing it
you be running your mouth, always talking sh-t
i’ma stomp your ass down, call me devil jin
i’m the king of the trap, ’cause i’m elegant
and my b-tch really mean, she gon’ throw a fit
i’ma stomp your ass down with my gucci kicks
messed up in the head, they think that i’m ludacris
i be sipping on lean while i pour a fifth, pour up that vodka with tussin
why off my flow, are y’all rubbing, just like rambo, i will get to bussin’
kick down your door, then i rush in, crazy as f-ck like a russian
baby, i know that you want me
so just get on your knees and come suck me

- lil kishin slit

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