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TALIBAN TYPE BEATS (feat. K-Slime) Video (MV)






DJ Narcan - TALIBAN TYPE BEATS (feat. K-Slime) Lyrics
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I sold graph paper to a crackhead
60 bucks off this fool selling 12 hits
Ain't no love for these hoes acting ratchet
I must be COVID the way I'm going bat shit
My opps ain't get no hoes, zero matches
They movin' like the CCP, zero - oh, shit
They movin' like the CCP, loser fascists
I'm like a manslayer, I be putting out the hits
I left the Taliban, they don't like Acid Souljah
I took a Ativan I think I'm Bipolar
When I wake up, better have left my house, I warn ya
Woke up, he's still here, so I took his shoes, I told ya!
I'm on my green goblin shit, I can't avoid it
I'll rob a chick with IBS and steal her toilet
I'll rob a chick of custody and then I'll sell her kids
They weren't even mine at all so I just hit a free lick
Y'all eat like Charlie, milksteak and jellybeans
I'm eating big steak, cash cow with benjis
Green pasture, Mr Krabs would say it look like money
I'm a big bull and you're a little wee bunny
New phone, but that don't make me a phony
Ravioli, I stole the quadratic formuoli
Pen got me cooked like a TV dinner
In God's eyes I ain't even a sinner
Had a bitch over the other night, woowee
She tried using my bathroom, like puey
No cap, I had to hit her with that Bruce Lee
Open the door, I already smell her coochie
Making a dope time machine like Stewie
So I could rob her and buy a large smoothie
Back from when it was Orange Julius not Dairy Queen
F*ck Dairy Queen, shit taste like old hairy balls
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I sold graph paper to a crackhead
60 bucks off this fool selling 12 hits
Ain't no love for these hoes acting ratchet
I must be COVID the way I'm going bat shit
My opps ain't get no hoes, zero matches
They movin' like the CCP, zero - oh, shit
They movin' like the CCP, loser fascists
I'm like a manslayer, I be putting out the hits
I left the Taliban, they don't like Acid Souljah
I took a Ativan I think I'm Bipolar
When I wake up, better have left my house, I warn ya
Woke up, he's still here, so I took his shoes, I told ya!
I'm on my green goblin shit, I can't avoid it
I'll rob a chick with IBS and steal her toilet
I'll rob a chick of custody and then I'll sell her kids
They weren't even mine at all so I just hit a free lick
Y'all eat like Charlie, milksteak and jellybeans
I'm eating big steak, cash cow with benjis
Green pasture, Mr Krabs would say it look like money
I'm a big bull and you're a little wee bunny
New phone, but that don't make me a phony
Ravioli, I stole the quadratic formuoli
Pen got me cooked like a TV dinner
In God's eyes I ain't even a sinner
Had a bitch over the other night, woowee
She tried using my bathroom, like puey
No cap, I had to hit her with that Bruce Lee
Open the door, I already smell her coochie
Making a dope time machine like Stewie
So I could rob her and buy a large smoothie
Back from when it was Orange Julius not Dairy Queen
F*ck Dairy Queen, shit taste like old hairy balls
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Writer: Angelo Ricciardi, Tristan Fisher, Korban Trexler
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