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Guillotine Lyrics by CP97

2015

[Verse 1: CP97]
O.g bong killa i ain't got much to say
Blue sky red eyes blunt ash in my tray
Billy rippin all day ran out sus a blaze
Stay stoney two devils my shoulders
Ain't lonely i hate all the moaning
Fat thimble i'm zoning if only the bro would text back
This shit a trap
Whenever i stop all i do is relapse
Straight facts motherfucker what you know?
See me mong as fuck moving very slow
Knifes on the stove
Beug stained on my clothes hoe spilled it
Straight then i distilled it
Thinking you critic but roll in a civic
The lorry on limit (Delorean limit?)
No time for the gimmicks addicted admit it so what?
Have a rough cone then the stems probably blocked
Pull up the road then we see a cop stop
Put the dope in my socks ain't about to do time
Lucky we ain't done the lines
Got away with a fine coz the cop was a good cunt
Should hunt for the green i got no more left
Smoking till death coz of all of the stress
If you have a mull pad then expect all the mess
When we mong its unkept
I avoid the drug test at all costs
Ain't fucking with me thats your loss

[Verse 2: $crim]
$licky ridin' on that chrome
Poppin' methadone
20 bitches in my home
Fuck a drug free zone
Stuntin' in the parking lot
Flexin' on these hoes
Got my Nikes out the window
Blowin' on a couple O's
Baby bottles by the thousand
Goons in public housing
Knuckin' and buckin'
I'm cockin' and poppin'
Bodies stay droppin'
And bullets keep shottin'
Got a bag with the dope
Gone up in my veins
$uicide out they mind
Don't make me make a stain hoe

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
Bullhorns on my fucking forehead
Lil bitch call me Mutt 'cause I'm half foreign
Beat you to a pulp like a fucking orange
Smoking on sour like a fucking warhead
Hoes wanna talk
Bitch I ignore them
Water in my cup bitch I'm always pourin'
Pill slide down my throat
Now I'm fucking snorin'
Meet me in your city bitch i'm fucking tourin'
Bullhorns on my head like a fucking Taurus
Smoking too much pine smoke the fucking forest
Smoking too much pine there goes my fucking fortune
Ice on my wrist lookin' fucking gorgeous
From slicin' the slit
Yeah I'm fucking morbid
Pockets never fat
Don't need a corset
Hole in my head call a fucking florist
Sing me a hymn like a fucking chorus
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