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STYLES P lyrics : "Kill That Faggot"


[Intro]
Live shit, The Ghost

[Verse 1]
All the weed smoke bustin my lungs
Im in the whip, with the 8 dollar bottle only trustin my gun
You would think I was born in the pot, the way my blood boil
Put ya brain in the dirt, and call it thug soil
Flow till ya sick of me, waddup
So if ya Catholic get ya Rosary, Muslims get ya thicker beads(?)
Yeah thats a real thug,
I like to pray when Im high, the weed is my shek(?), the blunt is my prayer rug
P aint got a religion,
Yeah I believe in God, but Im harder than the cops in the prison
And Im glad that the L.O.X. made it
Im in the parkin lot, gun on my waist while I get intoxicated
You would be surprised all the drugs that I operated
We come through ya block, we got beef you cooperatin
Ghost cuz Im outta this world
And I dont play, I blow the large intestine right outta ya girl, what

[Chorus] x2
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kill that faggot (what?), kill that faggot (what?), kill that faggot (what?), kill that faggot (what?)

[Verse 2]
The Ghost got telepathy
Shine in the darkside, disappear in the light, yall want the recipe
You think Im sleepin
Dog this is Styles, if Im lookin in the sky im tryin to find a cloud to creep in
Come back when it rain again
You could get my drift on, understand my science then Ima spit the pain again
You cant sing wit angels, you chat wit a demon
Im as loud as the gat that Im squeezing, adapt for the heathens
Told you Im the lord of the slums
Flow is water, words is fire, I order the guns
It aint nothing like the comin of Christ
You wanna roll and Ima leave a hole you aint numbin with ice
Yeah Im a soldier dog
Fuck around with Styles, youll never get a colder war, guaranteed Im foldin yall
Yeah Ima tell you my name
You wouldnt understand, its so deep that Ima tell you my game, what

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 3]
I wanna kill the world and bouncin is my remedy
P will go to war if I aint got a ounce of energy
Die for my ace goons, live for the younger me
You could look in my eyes and see where the hunger be
Blood, sweat, and tears been dropped, dip ya bowl in it
But what make this shit bad, I put my soul in it
Fuck you? fuck them
Yall aint got honor, respect the customs
Niggas dont want me to flip, I dont stand still
Been made my decision, how I was livin
A couple years ago when I learned how a few grand feel
Its my time to grind, my turn to burn
So Im askin where the matches at, and if you cant answer that
Then answer this, where the FUCK you want P to put the casket at?
What, mothafuckas

[Chorus] x4


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