$liM HiLL - Black Magic

You know I'm talking bout them choppas
Ain't candy coating shit you fucking bitch
Ain't Willy wonka
Cock the Glock he start to bleed that pussy need a doctor
Papa doc a bitch and drop shot a fucking coppa
Limpin around the block I'm swinging cock without my guard up
Get carved up
You fuckers on my block come get martyred
You cannot fucking kill me bitch my dress draped in armor
Double XP if you get me but boy I am to quick with it
200 in my cup I fucking spill it while I'm mixing it
Drop a couple xans to compensate and then I'm sipping it
That bitch said she love me let me hit them I'm quitting it
If any y'all pussy bitches want the smoke
Then I'm bringing it

Creepin up off the block
Glock hot from the pop
Glock cock
Get shot
Won't stop
Till you rot
Big Choppa with the grip
No kick
Big talk
Big hit
He said he bullet phobic
No shit pussy boy

S E N D E M U P
S E N D E M U P

S E N D E M U P
Sendemup
Thought I fucking told you stay the fuck away from Gilberts truck
beltfed in the bed
big ass choppa melting led
big ass choppa melting flesh
that big ass choppa leave em dead
Big ass Choppa got an attitude
It's seems that it is mad at you
And Even if it jams
I Got a bayonet I'm stabbing you

WHAT, WHAT, WHAT

Cemetery stones I'm adding to
I bag your boo
And drag you in the grave I took a piss and Fucking spat into
I'm acting brand new bitch rip me out the casket
That's twenty thousand dollars worth of dope inside a packet
Bitch Check yo gaskets
You leaking from yo jacket
I'm carrying the whole gang like my back a fucking basket
Black magic
Choppa automatic
That manic motherfucker causing a global mass panic
Toe taggin
Ain't no one fucking laughing when my battle axe draggin

Written by:
Tyler Hill

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