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letra de skincrawler - lilmh

[chorus]
i’m a skincrawler
lurking through the night imma murk you and your father
knifey on my side b-tch i’m looking for the drama
caught that boy lacking now he screaming out in horror (cherri did you make this one?)
already know one day imma get my f-cking karma
li-lil b-tch we finna swarm in like larvae
i’m rocking me some rick with the prada
you ain’t talking guala ion wanna bother
i want my rollie presidential like obama
i’m getting geeked off that mary jane that ganja
b-tch i’m elite, you won’t see me never nada
ever since i was younger b-tch i knew i’d be a baller
peons changing they lane switch
i ain’t with fake sh-t i don’t speak that language
i don’t give a f-ck about whoever that you came with
diss me on ya song, p-ssy boy you better change it
b-tch i do not care bout no hoe
it ain’t nothin for me to f-ck her then to send that b-tch home
since i started this sh-t they took my flow
in with the new out with the old
finna go back to mars like et phoning home
f-cking up on some twin sisters
lil b-tch i’m not christian, so i be out sinning
counting this money b-tch i’m tryna drive a big bentley
maybe i’ll cop the rolls with the stars in the ceiling
[verse]
certified psycho in this hoe
watch out for me, lil b-tch it finna get critical
talking down on my dead homie it finna get physical
lil b-tch i’m tryna get rid of ya
smoking on ya mans this sh-t some indica
best not approach me if you see me walking in the cut
got the thc syrup i’m finna pour in my double cup
i’m finna f-ck on that hoe and then pass her to bro and then run it up
told you i got all the money like hol up hol up, romney yuh

[chorus]
i’m a skincrawler
lurking through the night imma murk you and your father
knifey on my side b-tch i’m looking for the drama
caught that boy lacking now he screaming out in horror
already know one day imma get my f-cking karma
li-lil b-tch we finna swarm in like larvae
i’m rocking me some rick with the prada
you ain’t talking guala ion wanna bother
i want my rollie presidential like obama
i’m getting geeked off that mary jane that ganja
b-tch i’m elite, you won’t see me never nada
ever since i was younger b-tch i knew i’d be a baller
peons changing they lane switch
i ain’t with fake sh-t i don’t speak that language
i don’t give a f-ck about whoever that you came with
diss me on ya song, p-ssy boy you better change it
b-tch i do not care bout no hoe
it ain’t nothin for me to f-ck her then to send that b-tch home
since i started this sh-t they took my flow
in with the new out with the old
finna go back to mars like et phoning home
f-cking up on some twin sisters
lil b-tch i’m not christian, so i be out sinning
counting this money b-tch i’m tryna drive a big bentley
maybe i’ll cop the rolls with the stars in the ceiling

- lilmh

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