JUNK BUNK (FREESTYLE) Lu (Ft. KXLLSWXTCH, Pouya & TERROR REID)
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[Verse 1: Lu]
Don't try me, I'll make spider come get you
Testin' your luck, make the reaper come kiss you
Red dot on his forehead like a Hindu
Body her son and hand mama the tissues
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Pull up with a mask and Glock ready or not
Body drop, bloody tank top it's a face off
Fuck boy, you should of never quit your day job
Had yo bitch screaming like "Hey Ya", on her day off
[Verse 3: Kxllswxtch]
Hey ya, Southern aliens coming from outer space, ho
Brass knuckles equipped on me just to break jaws
"S" right to your chest like Clark Kent, but I'm talking Smith and Wess though
[Verse 4: Terror Reid]
Two, three to the four
You are now rockin' with thе goat
I been talking mad shit lemme clear my throat
Nеver know where I'm about to go
Wrap it up punk bitch, make it pretty with a bow
[Verse 5: Lu]
I got my ego back, look like Encino Man
Fly like an eagle, it should be illegal, man
I'm with yo bitch and we off an amino tab
Lightskin bitch, color of cappuccino, man, yeah
Don't try me, I'll make spider come get you
Testin' your luck, make the reaper come kiss you
Red dot on his forehead like a Hindu
Body her son and hand mama the tissues
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Pull up with a mask and Glock ready or not
Body drop, bloody tank top it's a face off
Fuck boy, you should of never quit your day job
Had yo bitch screaming like "Hey Ya", on her day off
[Verse 3: Kxllswxtch]
Hey ya, Southern aliens coming from outer space, ho
Brass knuckles equipped on me just to break jaws
"S" right to your chest like Clark Kent, but I'm talking Smith and Wess though
[Verse 4: Terror Reid]
Two, three to the four
You are now rockin' with thе goat
I been talking mad shit lemme clear my throat
Nеver know where I'm about to go
Wrap it up punk bitch, make it pretty with a bow
[Verse 5: Lu]
I got my ego back, look like Encino Man
Fly like an eagle, it should be illegal, man
I'm with yo bitch and we off an amino tab
Lightskin bitch, color of cappuccino, man, yeah
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