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letra de massacre - southern boi

[verse 1: bobby trill]
steady toker smoking strong
coolin’ with your main b-tch imported kush came straight from babylon
a rastafari and my money long
drunk up off this sake that she brought back from hiroshima
you’re so wasabi d-mn now let me see that body got these n-ggas fiendin’ like it’s ’98, over j-panese misty cards
f-ck n-ggas think they going hard
bobby trill sh-t i’m spittin’ holographic charizards
skinny n-gga stringy like pasta
i’m creepin’ through the crypt with the pump cl!cked
tell me what’s a goon in the face of a full clip?
the rugar got you shaking n-gga now you sweatin’ hollow tips
dropped the tape for no residual pay, say they vibing to my sh-t but i ain’t even getting blog play
they sleepin’ on the kid write above my tombstone
“bobby trill the illest n-gga aka yung dumbledore”

[hook: bobby trill] x2
these n-ggas on the block wanna try me
hit ’em with the pump then they d.i.e
now n-gga it’s a m-ssacre
we some pretty young thugs r.i.p will be your final words

[verse 2: bobby trill]
hit ’em with the cannon strapped up blastoise n-ggas what you mean that you ain’t never heard of us?
lbc in this b-tch that’s my f-cking team
middle finger in the air screaming “f-ck my enemies”
now shawty i can get your p-ssy wet
slip and slide up in that gut then break your heart like i’m tuxedo mask
in the drop top headed down to malibu
that’s my favorite song turn it up right now we going dumb on them drugs
tricky n-ggas but we pretty thugs simmie got the chopper let it bang cause we don’t f-ck with plugs
nah i ain’t drunk i’m just a little buzzed
text that to my b-tch at 2am and watch her roll on up
super sayian n-gga future trunks
smoking on galactic i ain’t f-ckin’ with this mattress actress
give that pipe then take your -ss on home
b-tch i ain’t down to cuddle sh-t you saved up in my bat phone
scrilla stacking n-ggas tradin’ cash for gold
baklava mask with the cl!ck clack tell me where the bars at?
i ain’t frontin’ with these alley cats hardest n-gga flowin’ droppin’ tapes that i f-ckin’ snap

[hook: bobby trill] x2
these n-ggas on the block wanna try me
hit ’em with the pump then they d.i.e
now n-gga it’s a m-ssacre
we some pretty young thugs r.i.p will be your final words

- southern boi

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