Soul Eater - Original God, Kay P, Kamiyada+

Death the kid with a Glock

You posing with guns, but we know it’s a prop

Caught that boy slippin', he finna get mopped

Put holes in his body, you look like a croc

Brand new white bitch, head crack rock

Shawty pose for the camera just like a backdrop

She wanna be with the team, I call her my mascot

And you can feel the shit real, she don’t need no ass shots

Me and yo bitch, yeah, we twins

For life can’t talk about the shit we did

Fuck up a check in Neiman Marcus I beg your pardon these niggas can’t live like

we live

Still got no money then get some

These niggas lazy so when they go broke they play victim

Passing out shots of the surplus

You niggas hungry for bullets, be sure that you get some

She pump through my veins like blood flow

Front row

Licking her lips lick a blunt tho

Come home

You’re the only one I love so

Stay close

Do whatever that you say so

Lay low

All these lame hoes want my dick and they leave

They proclaim, they love me till they get what they need

And they hitting my phone like a kid who needs weed

If you wanna play God, shawty, unfollow me

Oh baby, what you need?

I could give you everything, but nothing still succeeds

I could put Balenciaga, Gucci on your feet

But you’d crush me with your heel, they always taste best when they’re weak

Assassinate our enemies I feel like Black Star

Shawty always by my side so I can peep the love scars

What you want from me is in my cold black heart

You can take it all and leave, but you will not get far

OG Bambi running on the track like a fat kid to candy

Stacking up the band like money be a habit

Rich with yo bitch like damn that’s tragic

Midnight shit put that bitch on camera

Cute little white girl her name was Hannah

She like it slow now she wanna go faster

Ass so fat call that shit panorama

人云々は別にいらない

感情が動く何かをくれない？

ピエロになりきるピエロ

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刺激を凌駕、天羅滅殺

Oh baby, what you need?

I could give you everything, but nothing still succeeds

I could put Balenciaga, Gucci on your feet

But you’d crush me with your heel, they always taste best when they’re weak