Hittin yo bitch
Don't got no lisp
Blow your light wish
No I can't miss
Talkin yo shit
Is what it is
Life is a diss
(Karmas a dick)
You is a bish
Bitches I swish
Pop
Stop it
You is the top pick?
Leader like prophet?
Switchin the topic
We boutta profit
Ratchets can sucket
F*ck your eye socket
Huh
Know im the goat fosho
Ten million hoes
Win million flows
Uh
Lurkers is looking like rats
Gang switchin ya lanes
But still remain foes
Hmm
No I aint selling my soul
Don't speak the lingo
I gotta cheat code
Hmm
Dripping from head to the toe
Get head on the road
I reached all your goals
Yuh
Turn you into mist yuh
You will not be missed huh
Holy like some swiss uh
Go n reminisce
Im that typa boy not no soldier but I'll snipe ya
Little man to a bad wolf, you a liar
Go retire
All fumes lookin tired
Mask myers
Gassin up imma fire
Loose wire
Sparking up the igniter
Spinnin when I'm kickin hot drums no dryer
Stacked against the entity
Weak raps outta here
Nigga they ain't shit to me
All you do is talk crap
You a human centipede
You don't even talk rap
Stay in your little league (literally)
Think I need an almanac
Worldwide off map
What you even call that
What you know bout that
Won't ever get a call back
20 shots sprayed at your head
You all cap
50 cc stat
800 hp when I'm whippin with the seat back
Vreww
Keep looking up to the sky planes tilted like my crown
Try to come snatch it gang gonna (gonna gun ya down)-pitch
Life cut quick still develop the sound
Further beyond reach the stars while touching the ground
Attract everything necessary
When I'm on my last leg
Fans will say he legendary
Myth that (Mister) can't miss disappearing with a twist
Star was born
Supernova heatin the hits
Sing like quasi
Crazy ozzy
Is he?
Probably
I mean like who gon stop me?
Kamikaze
Tea bag bodies
Choke ya mommies
They love it sorry
Say you so naughty
Bitch stfu come suck this for me
I need a quick nut yup
Cuz I'm horny
F*ck your fake image heh I'm past the glory
Holes left in ya back
(Whos lovin ya back)
Guts busts n gory
Simple lil niqqa hoe u a category
End of story
WinMill - Karma Lyrics
WinMill - Karma Lyrics
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Hittin yo bitch
Don't got no lisp
Blow your light wish
No I can't miss
Talkin yo shit
Is what it is
Life is a diss
(Karmas a dick)
You is a bish
Bitches I swish
Pop
Stop it
You is the top pick?
Leader like prophet?
Switchin the topic
We boutta profit
Ratchets can sucket
F*ck your eye socket
Huh
Know im the goat fosho
Ten million hoes
Win million flows
Uh
Lurkers is looking like rats
Gang switchin ya lanes
But still remain foes
Hmm
No I aint selling my soul
Don't speak the lingo
I gotta cheat code
Hmm
Dripping from head to the toe
Get head on the road
I reached all your goals
Yuh
Turn you into mist yuh
You will not be missed huh
Holy like some swiss uh
Go n reminisce
Im that typa boy not no soldier but I'll snipe ya
Little man to a bad wolf, you a liar
Go retire
All fumes lookin tired
Mask myers
Gassin up imma fire
Loose wire
Sparking up the igniter
Spinnin when I'm kickin hot drums no dryer
Stacked against the entity
Weak raps outta here
Nigga they ain't shit to me
All you do is talk crap
You a human centipede
You don't even talk rap
Stay in your little league (literally)
Think I need an almanac
Worldwide off map
What you even call that
What you know bout that
Won't ever get a call back
20 shots sprayed at your head
You all cap
50 cc stat
800 hp when I'm whippin with the seat back
Vreww
Keep looking up to the sky planes tilted like my crown
Try to come snatch it gang gonna (gonna gun ya down)-pitch
Life cut quick still develop the sound
Further beyond reach the stars while touching the ground
Attract everything necessary
When I'm on my last leg
Fans will say he legendary
Myth that (Mister) can't miss disappearing with a twist
Star was born
Supernova heatin the hits
Sing like quasi
Crazy ozzy
Is he?
Probably
I mean like who gon stop me?
Kamikaze
Tea bag bodies
Choke ya mommies
They love it sorry
Say you so naughty
Bitch stfu come suck this for me
I need a quick nut yup
Cuz I'm horny
F*ck your fake image heh I'm past the glory
Holes left in ya back
(Whos lovin ya back)
Guts busts n gory
Simple lil niqqa hoe u a category
End of story
Don't got no lisp
Blow your light wish
No I can't miss
Talkin yo shit
Is what it is
Life is a diss
(Karmas a dick)
You is a bish
Bitches I swish
Pop
Stop it
You is the top pick?
Leader like prophet?
Switchin the topic
We boutta profit
Ratchets can sucket
F*ck your eye socket
Huh
Know im the goat fosho
Ten million hoes
Win million flows
Uh
Lurkers is looking like rats
Gang switchin ya lanes
But still remain foes
Hmm
No I aint selling my soul
Don't speak the lingo
I gotta cheat code
Hmm
Dripping from head to the toe
Get head on the road
I reached all your goals
Yuh
Turn you into mist yuh
You will not be missed huh
Holy like some swiss uh
Go n reminisce
Im that typa boy not no soldier but I'll snipe ya
Little man to a bad wolf, you a liar
Go retire
All fumes lookin tired
Mask myers
Gassin up imma fire
Loose wire
Sparking up the igniter
Spinnin when I'm kickin hot drums no dryer
Stacked against the entity
Weak raps outta here
Nigga they ain't shit to me
All you do is talk crap
You a human centipede
You don't even talk rap
Stay in your little league (literally)
Think I need an almanac
Worldwide off map
What you even call that
What you know bout that
Won't ever get a call back
20 shots sprayed at your head
You all cap
50 cc stat
800 hp when I'm whippin with the seat back
Vreww
Keep looking up to the sky planes tilted like my crown
Try to come snatch it gang gonna (gonna gun ya down)-pitch
Life cut quick still develop the sound
Further beyond reach the stars while touching the ground
Attract everything necessary
When I'm on my last leg
Fans will say he legendary
Myth that (Mister) can't miss disappearing with a twist
Star was born
Supernova heatin the hits
Sing like quasi
Crazy ozzy
Is he?
Probably
I mean like who gon stop me?
Kamikaze
Tea bag bodies
Choke ya mommies
They love it sorry
Say you so naughty
Bitch stfu come suck this for me
I need a quick nut yup
Cuz I'm horny
F*ck your fake image heh I'm past the glory
Holes left in ya back
(Whos lovin ya back)
Guts busts n gory
Simple lil niqqa hoe u a category
End of story
Writer: Donovan Fleese
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid