Sir Sinner

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K-Killa

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F*ck it
I'm horny
I'm Denji
Bitch it's Sir Sinner, repent me
Know that these niggas resent me
But me, I love animosity
Please keep talking, I love all the gossiping
Niggas big stepping, a mother fucking marching band
Moving lowkey, like some mother fucking contraband

We rocking and rolling, got all kinds of bands
Make a lil play
Do my lil dance
Never clutch on a glock
If we throwing hands?
Come and see me in the city
And these bitches loose change
Fell in love with pretty penny

Hate my golds, so I took them bitches out
Can't play with hoes, unless I stretch em out
No back and forth off the strength of word of mouth
You put a bag on my head
Gone and up the amount
You said I'm an ass
I'm really a dick
I'll still make you sick
No stick in the whip
Stick shifting the whip
Still going stupid
Cause ignorance bliss
Jumped off the curb
Wipe the dirt off my dick
I know you remember
Dropped ignant and shit
Same damn summer
It is what it is

(Aye)

Get pushed to the limit
Don't test me no litmus
We burning the tree
Twelfth day after Christmas
Shout out to England
I'm talking my cousins
Yeah, Josh and Ricardo
You built up a dynasty
Watch it get toppled
Yo eggs getting scrambled, get folded like omelette
In city like Caleb and trust I'm not lying
I love that you hate me
I love being honest
Your memory dying
Go kick you a rock
Jump off the cliff
Get sent up to Zion
I talk to the most high
She kept it a bean
Stop being pussy
Go chase you a dream
So I'm chasing like two
Nah I'm chasing like three
She punching my ticket
This meal ain't for free
I'm cutting you up like my wrists at thirteen
I'm burning you up like my wrist at fourteen
F*ck it
I'm cooking, I'm Sanji
Still actin so outta pocket
Bitch give me the whole cake
Proof in the pudding, that shit is a closed case
I'm smoking to old Zay
Tryna paint me a portrait for images portrayed
Kuy how long you been this way?
I think since the fourth grade
I'm snatching the crown and give to my queen
Don't wanna be king
Props to my cuz, he roll up the leaf
Recognize Killa, he killing these beats
Recognize Sinner, he taming the beast
Recognize Kuy, he born in the East
Born in the storm
This is strike two
And to be fair
You been fucking warned
F*ck with the bull, you getting the horns
Bitch it's Sir Sinner, don't need me a chorus
My heart filled with holes, got broke by a Taurus
I'm the observer
Stop tryna to show me, I'm already knowing
Hmmm, ok ok
Lemme take it this way
There's blood on the pavement
There's blood on the stainless
Stealing your life
Niggas clutching the iron for wrinkles in time
I ain't see shit,
like nigga I'm blind
They said Sinner is sick
Nah nigga, I'm fine
I'm higher than taxes but niggas still blasting
They killing the vibe
I'm mean with the pot, lemme cook, aye
They ran in my spot like seventh grade
She sick to her stomach, no bellyache
Was in crib watching Belly, aye
Smoking tree, never sell it, aye
Think I'm trippin but it's okay
Shawty talking bout retrograde
Goddamn it
Don't know her name
I'm really sporadic
Not really the GOAT but you wanna go at it
Melt yo girl heart like a flame to some plastic
I'm feeling like Nudy
This shit could get nasty
You upping that fire
Imma tell you to blast it

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