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(album: The Mink Coat Killa (The Lost 4) - 2020)


Yeah, I spit on your Ferragamo and round house kick your fucking teeth from your periodontal
I'm in this bitch like I'm period blood
I sniff insecticides to give me a buzz
Bunch of weak niggas
I bet you couldn't lift a stick from the mud
The Mink Coat Killa my bitch will fucking brick at your mug
All terror God made a small error
I murder tracks the beat should come with a pall bearer
[?] the devil tryna murk your boy
A couple transistors short of a circuit board
Shame on the nigga for trying to run game
I mask pain I'm up in here tryna act sane
My uncle left his crack on the kitchen table
Far left from you fuck niggas a different angle
Brass knuckle, I came a long way from roaches in the microwave
Forever tryna get it till the reaper take my life away

Fuck bitches, get money
Get money, fuck bitches
Money money, more problems
Pour up and let go

No money, more problems
More problems, more stress
More stress, more cess
Roll up and let go

Yeah, these bitches are narcissistic
Bright as a retard
How the fuck you boujee bitch with a EBT card?
Beware of a sadistic lunatic
You niggas ain't moving bricks
You faggots fictitious you ain't doing shit
Mamma skimming through the bible
I peruse my rivals
What the fucks a death threat bitch I'm suicidal
I've been cornered with scraps left in the corner with rats
See the snakes with my cornea scratched
Pacify pain
A heavy drink and sipping plenty Remy
It's hard to sleep when your mamma still pinching pennies
Ah, Alaikum salam
Break em off proper watch his bones break through his arm
Sick as [?] pieces with a prison shank in his palm
And this bitch spittin like a bomb taped to my tongue
I came a long way from roaches in the kitchen sink
Forever tryna get it till the reaper come get rid of me

Fuck bitches, get money
Get money, fuck bitches
Money money, more problems
Pour up and let go

No money, more problems
More problems, more stress
More stress, more cess
Roll up and let go

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