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Correct Simon Phoenix Lyrics
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[Intro: jpegmafia] Dirty Dirty Huh, whoa [Verse 1: jpegmafia] I fill those racks, I'm with the gun Cast spells like mage and mystic I took crackers too, to Stizzy's room They told me, "Pick a noose" (Yeah) I told 'em, "Pick a suit" Raid me on the right, you gon' make me get the troops M16, same color, our truth Killin' 2Pac, 'cause you know I got the troops Young Car K, in the booth (Yeah) Young Fox News with the noose (Yeah) I see hicks, I shoot (Brrt) My rifle got ass like hoops (Who?) Fell in love with it, I can never leave my house without the strap, uh My rifle got an ass on it (Wow) Shit dick, girl, nigga make a pass on it I'ma kill a politician, put a bag on it But if I catch you, I whip, put a gag on it Chopper with a dick and a flag on it Barrel in his face, they gon' have to put a bag on 'em (Bruh) Bitch I'm in your bushes, and I smell that good-ass cookin' You gon' make me kick your door in, fuck your house I wish I could save yo, mercy me, that's not my flavor I'm gon' have to Marvin Gaye a pig for clout [Verse 2: Eaddy and jpegmafia] National visa (Nasty) Please hand me my reefer Send news to my beeper Double park with that heater, uh Smokin' dope with the reaper Blazin' out the two-seater Duckin' pigs and the preacher Lookin' like I don't need you [Verse 3: theogm] I done hit the gas, lookin' like I crashed, in the air Fallin' out the sky, landed on a house full of bears I'm a wolf, you a bitch, singin' death, when I grip She was made for this dick, you was made for this cliff Telephone park with the red lights K-9 bark, and it's getting too bright All black with the mask, 32 stripe Ten team with me and they ready to fight Boom, watch y'all clear out the room Cop killer law, so they comin' for you Hack the code, breach the system Four, three, two, one Bodies deep, rest in peace Hell on Earth, lyin' off the edge with no respect for the pigs Get your tail for deads Heavy with the play, nick name Johnny Cage Feel the wrath of the blast, increase the murder rage Russian roulette, yuh, sorry, one, two, three
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