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City soliders Lyrics by Hellboy.lust

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Yuh ima mix it up alittle spit alittle riddle
Middle finger twiddles to your bitch a whistle
DF41 missile packed in the same place as my pistol
Letting my chains hit while she feel it visceral
I'm like a drug i can change your whole visuals
After i hit it she preaching I'm biblical
Ima street solider
No gun holes still difficult
I like it more when its physical
Putting my fist in your face hit your temporal
Seen your new whip online and it's rentable
Extendo mags wrap around my tommy like a tentacle
Hold the hair down now you look unidentical
Set the bars for the streets peek of thе pinacol
Aren't i so whimsical i'd do a verse with my dеntist hoe
She's in my mouth and im in her throat
White stains in my coat
I fuck with what i tote
Ahhhh im fuckin on a boat
Everythings fuckin soaked
Ahhhh this is a fuckin joke

Akjhh fp whats up with these bitches getting banged outside bruh

Ay they gonna ride on my coat tails
Ima shoot that shit when i [?]
Ops said im dead im like oh well
Hop on every beat swear i flow well
Swear to god i just be murdering beats i be stabbing em
Ar15 i be packing em
Im with my Shawty i tell her back it up
I get this cash i swear im stacking up
Its a dilemma fuck up my liver
Bars i deliver act like scared like shiver me timbers
You get upset then cry me a river

I be in the trap
Buy the dope then sell it back
Making racks
Dont be asking where my bitch
Cause you know she in the back
Of the whip sucking dick and counting stacks
You can't see me when i pull up cause the windows tinted black

[???]
She wanna fuck i think she delousinal
[???]
I got my place in the game unremovable
Irrefutable, grown man hating on me from a cubical
Yall be lazy its unexcusable
Im to hot i swear im a crucible
Im unique
That means producible
Yea i'm a solider
Ima killer
I take life and the shits not renewable
Yea walking down the block the rice is hot
That's what i call the cops
Relate to ops ill drop you on the spot yo bitch ass needs a Glock
I might get shot but if you miss that shot i'm bout to clean yo clock
I'll jockey stomp yo face will turn to paste
I'll leave you in the waste
I get the hate for fuckin all the pretty girls you want to date
You'll get replaced

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