LîL hØllÖw - New Charlotte (Remix) lyrics

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LîL hØllÖw - New Charlotte (Remix) lyrics

Tips be feelin hollow when i aim at you b**h, moon rock up in my pocket when I stand in your crib, man I light up on my bong and then I smoke up all the whip, hOllOw Comin break your neck you better bring your best spit, man f*ggots step up on your net you come and chill wit Netflix, then I rip up and on a track you come and get your head split, you f**in wit some better witt I'm writing all the better sh**, i pop and leave you deaded kid, and let your body defecate, get hit wit some choppas sh** sound like chubakka, I smoke up on the dread be k**in every man no rasta, I hit him wit a fork and turn his organs like he pasta, I f** up everybody don't deny it ima monsta, get f**ed up off a bottle take a sip and then I launch ya, take your b**h I f** her no consensual like 'father..?', man I f** up all that p**y bleedin out no bother, bring her back wit a shock collar, dude I've seen sh**, beads, clips, light up the apartment, man I mean this, I bleed, crips, layin on the carpet, his spleen split, I keep this, or sell it on the market, no penis, gang green it's, leavin em barfin, my semen, is creepin, deep up in her carca**, a genius, on Venus, with everything I'm sparkin, prophetic, like Jesus, the revelation starting, arithmetic, lyric sh**, I an*lyze my target, dude you gotta pay wit bitcoin if you wanna see my show, I'm sellin out my flow I bought it on the silk road, man I'm siccen em thinkin I bite that, like homie bring the mic back, you thinkin your gonna be doin it, then I grind and wrap, I'm takin a bit of the bud, and then I turn it to a dab, got your b**h up on my lap, and everybody hearin that, f**in lay her on her back, and then I split your b**h in half, and then I get her p**y wet, and if you actin like vet, then everybody pull a strap, now homie ease up off the gas, and man I'd rather beat his a**, and I will f**in k** you cats, and call it takin out the trash, and I was trailer cla**, and I'm still better than your a**, wit all this rappin I've surpa**ed, you wanna battle and get bashed? Now homie light up on this hash, and I won't come in rappin fast, untill I'm gettin another breath, I push the smoke up out my chest, and then I spit and flow the rest, and then you dead mother-f**er, no necro-incest