Heaven Bound Blue Magic
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Varg2 trademark
Ayy, who the fuck in the house?
Paranoid, still got my Glock in my hand
I'm hearing shit and I'm seeing shit
Ain't say his name, one more shout and I'm in
They Like "Pap gotta get out of the house"
I done grew accustomed to this house
Junkies run in and run out
Or keep coming in when I run out
Nigga run in, he won't make it out
I got evil thoughts in my head
I wanna kidnap one of my opps
Tie him up in the abandoned basement
Grab a crowbar and beat his face in
Take pliers and break every finger
Knock his teeth out with a sledgehammer
Cut his feet off with a chainsaw
Then drop him back off to his momma
Gang won't let me do anything, I'm wilding
I got high watching Hannibal Lecter
I do my opps like Hannibal Lecter
My bitch said she scared of Hannibal Lecter
Long live Hannibal Lecter
I got more money than Victor Victor
Give up your shit, bitch, this a stick-up
Shot two niggas with this gun, it's over
I move like Marlo, they move like Bodie
When we caught a body over petty money
I'm from the lower east, I'm really touching money (Varg2 trademark)
Snatch your chain, we ain't even touching money
Pistol whip your face like "What the fuck is funny?"
I can't wait 'til I get done with this shit
Made out with my ex now I won't fuck my bitch
She got a fake side nigga, she tryna keep it a secret
She came to me after he bought her Victoria's Secret
She ain't link that nigga for the whole weekend
He gon' be like, "Damn, this nigga came back and got his bitch"
In his room, heartbroken, crying like "Ain't that 'bout a bitch?"
She never wanted you, bruh, she was just hurt 'bout Pap
Even when she was with you she was hoping I'd come back
I did, I got her now, nigga, that's that
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