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Sickboyz — Genocide I
Artist: → Sickboyz
Sickboyz — Genocide I — lyrics
{YUNG BLACK LUNG}
Gorilla, ape call me by my fuckin name
Black lung with that choppa in ur face
Shooters in the field with that nine mm
Travass always got that hetta bitch i always got that hetta
Bitches renegade lock them in a cage
Travass with the mace smash thier fuckin’ face
Switch blade leave a fuckin’ Stain
Leave a naked brain
Long blade comin in ur fuckin’ way
Call me a saint I’ll bless you with my blade
I got my aieser shooting flames fill u with the pain
Go and get ur gang get ur fuckin’ gang
I got my fleet right behind screamin’ wining is my fate
Eenie menie minea mo won’t sell my fuckin’ soul
If i want some fuckin’ fame work until i fuckin’ gain
Travass is the fuckin’ name remember till ur fuckin’ grave
Known by rolling with my chain
{YUNG BLAZE}
Hit the mother fuckin’ dope
Neck tied with a rope
2 years ago
My head wanna blow
Then i go slow mo’
Won’t sell my soul
«yeah hoe»
Nine mm while i cut ur throught hoe
Step a fuckin’ side
When i fuckin’ ride
Mother fucker watch me rise
High till i fuckin’ die
Five demons on my mind
Been tryna get em out
Eyes blind
Blown mind
Creepin all the night
Boy
Emotionless body
Ain’t no makin’ money
Oxy, roxy, xanax It’s a hobby
Shoot a fuckin’ copy
Cock a fuckin’ shawty
Respect for nobody
With a bullet broof body
Yung fuckin’ blaze
With the choppa in ur face
Bodies in the fridge smokin cigarettes
Couple pills up in my grave
The fiction i create
Too late i got my blade against ur neck
With an ice pick
(ice pick)
{YDG JO$E}
They talkin down, i dont give a fuck
Walk up to they spot, bitch you know i shoot it up
Bitch im off a xan, bitch you know im booted up
Bitch im off an x, bitch you know im coolin up
Slide with the drako on a fuck boi
And we keep that fuckin k and we keep it tucked boi
Smokin fuckin o’s, never trust a soul
Walk into yo spot, bitch we keep that pole
I was sippin lean as a jhit, where the sprite at?
Tryna get a refill, bitch you know thats my pack
They be talkin sweet, mp5 got that bite back
Say you wanna fight, but these bullets cannot fight back
Jose keep that choppa, sick boyz keep that pole
Walk up to yo spot and you know we shootin o’s
Jose keep that choppa, sick boyz keep that pole
Walk up to yo spot and you know we shootin o’s
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