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letra de to eat a helicopter - lord vza

[verse 1: vza]

higurashi no koro ni, all my friends are dead now
lords’ in this b-tch, motherf-cker better bow down
my b-tch like sailor moon, and she got the balaclava too
feelin’ like i’m rich homie quan when a n-gga walkin’ through
call me lil’ diablo iii, i be hittin’ ’bout a thousand
boof pack, smokin’ loud, i’m the size of a mountain
i’m the crouching tiger, i’m posted in shaolin
a wolf in sheep’s clothin’, i’m motherf-ckin’ howlin’
hit her from the back ’cause her ass shape rounded
drippin’ like a fountain, a young n-gga drownin’
shōtōkan trousers, your shawty astounded
doppelgang jutsu, your b-tch ass surrounded
goth drip like atlantis, b-tch, i’m nemo
buckshots, n-ggas throwin’ shade, dodge neon
shot at the (?) b-tch like i’m quentin tarantino
pr-nto got bazooka, i’ma pull up with the evo

[intermission: vza]
too many bars, boy, i think that i’m tay-k
styrofoam, purple rain, rest in peace my n-gga prince
need a louis vuitton cane for my swag pimp limp
ali, i’ll rock the boat like i’m tryna sink the ship

[verse 2: vza]

f-ck with lxrd unknxwn, i’ma hit you in the sh-t
and my n-gga loochie mane got a russian choppa clip
you thought that we was the same, b-tch, we the opposite
i can’t f-ck with you, n-gga, ’cause you be an opp and sh-t
and yo’ b-tch with the long neck, call her ostrich
get ahead of the computer desk, ask for her offices
got a city on my denim, and my wrist metropolis
you be squintin’ when you starin’ ’cause my shine is obvious
f-ckin’ scientific when i pull up in the lab, lab
all black hazmat, find me in your trash bag
body drippin’ blood and black fluid, n-gga, stand back
n-gga, woah, godd-mn, pull up in the trans-am
hit her from the front, told shawty to hit a handstand
up on you with a gat, do you dirty like i’m van dam
where’d you get your shoes? motherf-cker, these be raf, man
i be rockin’ vetements, you probably rockin’ chapman
talkin’ ’bout the burner, you ain’t never seen the strap, man
and i applaud and i clap, man, how she throw it back, man
i got gosha in the front and prada in the back, man
f-ckin’ carryin’ your b-tch just like a motherf-ckin’ backpack
no cap, n-ggas they be bitin’ like a snake do
and my cup foamin’ over just like it had rabies
i see hate in hd, n-gga, it don’t phase me
shinin’ like an emerald, someone come and praise me
i be out in london, smokin’ solid diesel
who want smoke? motherf-cker, ugh, we do
put so many holes into your body, now you see-through
hide you in my walls, ain’t n0body finna see you

n-gga, this lord sh-t, b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ gorgeous
lil’ b-tch, i’m pretty too, and i’m f-ckin’ beautiful
but you lookin’ like a l!ck, and yo’ ass a wee sh-t
i’ma go and hit a l!ck, then pull up to the mothership, yuh

- lord vza

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