Song: Painkillers ft. Ricch but broke is spirit
Viewed: 10 - Published at: 5 months ago
Artist: Spamforlife
Year: 2021Viewed: 10 - Published at: 5 months ago
(painkillers)
Verse 1:
Pop another painkiller numb to the pain nigga i don't fuck wit your gang nigga lookin at me i don't fuck wit your gang nigga who the fuck is FTE Sauce i don't play wit niggas who the fuck is this nigga (ooh)
Verse 2: he think he all good and shit cause he getting all dese promotions out there and shit cause he flexin on the gang when he lookin at dick lookin at me he's gay he can't rap cause he fuckin da glit lookin at me tryin to get me to get on his rap cause im a nigga cause i flex wit dem hittas lookin at me cause i pop anothеr nigga top off with dat glit wit dat glizzy automatic choppa wit dat stick
Verse 3: lookin at dis shit bitch you don't know anything gang signs round my neck round my chain round my vеst poppin off wit you (ooh) gucci watch round my wrist gucci watch gucci chains round my neck gotta flex wit dat bitch when i fuckin flex lookin at dis shit bitch you don't know anything lookin like lil tay forty thousand round my neck lookin at me she don't even know my name she just like my fuckin chain bitch you don't know anything
Verse 4:
Lookin at dis shit who da fuck is FTE Sauce i don't fuckin know who the fuck is dat though i don't even know nobody even knows cause he don't got his music out there cause he so cold lookin at me hes a hoe he got no bitches he got a hoe hes no hoe lookin at me cause he know he gotta fuck off
Verse 5: (Ricch but broke is spirit)
(ay ay ay ay)
I got da gas for the low i need me a keep but can't fuck wit no hoe
They said that its christmas leave him in the snow he textin most days im a knock off and throw i hop out that coop boy you better run them seven six twos go off like lebron this lil bitch mad cause she not the one im rappin for money don't do it for fun. how you a gangsta you don't got no gun them seven six twos go knock off your bun caught his ass lackin i hit him wit one im talkin bout bands play for few days knew dat you dumb bout to send his ass back where he from i fuck from da back she want me to cum im a post off the slum deze niggas be mad cuse i run up dem racks imma pick up your bitch she gonna throw that shit back i give her money she gonna make it clap i went back and i made it raps im gettin that money i getting that bay cause i know they gonna hate all dis ice on my neck you might fuck round and skate if you get i my way somebody gon die if you get in my way don't fuck wit da opps but that in my traits but like sauske you can't eat off my plate somebody gonna die if you play wit my k scope on da choopa look like a peep hole and bitch i need a freak hoe bitch im in beast mode
Verse 1:
Pop another painkiller numb to the pain nigga i don't fuck wit your gang nigga lookin at me i don't fuck wit your gang nigga who the fuck is FTE Sauce i don't play wit niggas who the fuck is this nigga (ooh)
Verse 2: he think he all good and shit cause he getting all dese promotions out there and shit cause he flexin on the gang when he lookin at dick lookin at me he's gay he can't rap cause he fuckin da glit lookin at me tryin to get me to get on his rap cause im a nigga cause i flex wit dem hittas lookin at me cause i pop anothеr nigga top off with dat glit wit dat glizzy automatic choppa wit dat stick
Verse 3: lookin at dis shit bitch you don't know anything gang signs round my neck round my chain round my vеst poppin off wit you (ooh) gucci watch round my wrist gucci watch gucci chains round my neck gotta flex wit dat bitch when i fuckin flex lookin at dis shit bitch you don't know anything lookin like lil tay forty thousand round my neck lookin at me she don't even know my name she just like my fuckin chain bitch you don't know anything
Verse 4:
Lookin at dis shit who da fuck is FTE Sauce i don't fuckin know who the fuck is dat though i don't even know nobody even knows cause he don't got his music out there cause he so cold lookin at me hes a hoe he got no bitches he got a hoe hes no hoe lookin at me cause he know he gotta fuck off
Verse 5: (Ricch but broke is spirit)
(ay ay ay ay)
I got da gas for the low i need me a keep but can't fuck wit no hoe
They said that its christmas leave him in the snow he textin most days im a knock off and throw i hop out that coop boy you better run them seven six twos go off like lebron this lil bitch mad cause she not the one im rappin for money don't do it for fun. how you a gangsta you don't got no gun them seven six twos go knock off your bun caught his ass lackin i hit him wit one im talkin bout bands play for few days knew dat you dumb bout to send his ass back where he from i fuck from da back she want me to cum im a post off the slum deze niggas be mad cuse i run up dem racks imma pick up your bitch she gonna throw that shit back i give her money she gonna make it clap i went back and i made it raps im gettin that money i getting that bay cause i know they gonna hate all dis ice on my neck you might fuck round and skate if you get i my way somebody gon die if you get in my way don't fuck wit da opps but that in my traits but like sauske you can't eat off my plate somebody gonna die if you play wit my k scope on da choopa look like a peep hole and bitch i need a freak hoe bitch im in beast mode
( Spamforlife )
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