Sir Sinner
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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