Prolific

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Prolific

Ceru · If Looks Could Kill Demo · 2024 · 4:21

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And saw a man commit, hideous acts He said the he himself had eaten human flesh But had survived, because he had faith Faith in a new master The hunter didn't understand When a dark stranger said he was spreading his new religion Huh, everything I do is different Everything I drip is different All my bitches different I do different shit, hit different cities All my shit is different I do different swags, I'm so prolific Don't do politickin', bitch, I'm not a politician I'm a look killa, baby, fashion killa I've been spillin' all the blood on the floor From all the bodies that I've been catchin' All these niggas small fries and I'm finna add some ketchup I've done burnt off my tires and these niggas playin' catch-up Walk 'em down like Michael Myers, I can't wait 'til I catch him Put VETEMENTS on Vanessa My Rollie doesn't tick-tock, bitch, it's not Kesha Yeah, it was just Chrome Hearts but then I bust down the bezel And all my boots Balenciaga, bitch, I'm a real stepper I do all my boo's with no strings attached, shawty It ain't no pressure I got a Mac-11, I got an ARP, I'm settin' 'em both right on my dresser She says she feelin' me, I hit that hoe right on my dresser Uh, I took 'em to swag school I'm the teacher, and yeah, this is they lesson I tote the Glock 43 and an FN, I don't got no Smith and Wesson I come in to get the swag that's been taken from me, go Liam Neeson Huh, everything I do is different Everything I drip is different All my bitches different I do different shit, hit different cities All my shit is different I do different swags, I'm so prolific Don't do politickin', bitch, I'm not a politician I'm a look killa, baby, fashion killa I've been spillin' all the blood on the floor From all the bodies that I've been catchin' All these niggas small fries and I'm finna add some ketchup Bitch, I live a good life, I'm not stressin' I stay with greens on my salad and you know that I be dressin' And I'm rich as fuck, bitch, but you know I'm still finessin' All these hoes tryna fuck me and I think that I'm gon' let 'em I know she adore me, I put Dior on my leather And I think she's gorgeous, so I Givenchy her leather And she way too wet, I think I need an umbrella Every time I'm steppin' out, bitch, you know I'm lookin' stellar These niggas fishes, salmonella My bitch slayed, no, she's not Ella My wrist frozen, it's not Elsa Talkin' 'bout poppin' shit, I'm professin' These niggas lost, somebody help 'em I keep on gettin' paid and they label shufflin' All these whores comin' my way, I can't even help it All these clothes I put on, I can't even help it Everything I buy is all black, I think I need some help, man Everything I see is all black, I think I need some help, man I think I've been stuck inside this freak and someone Please, come help me If I light up a blunt, know I've stuffed it I just sit on the pile of my money I'ma count up this shit as a hundred I take my gun and I'm takin' funds, steppin' outside, bitch I ain't goin' for nothin' I win by a landslide if we racin', but we ain't Racin' So I ain't stuntin' it Huh, everything I do is different Everything I drip is different All my bitches different I do different shit, hit different cities All my shit is different I do different swags, I'm so prolific Don't do politickin', bitch, I'm not a politician I'm a look killer, baby, fashion killer I've been spillin' all the blood on the floor From all the bodies that I've been catchin' All these niggas small fries and I'm finna add some ketchup

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