Evil Shit Lyrics

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Okay, okay, okay that evil shit that evil shit brought a few mags extended clips brought a few mags when I leave the strip

And I brought a few shots to get me lit. Don't get me pissed. Don't get me pissed

I keep a switch you'll die for free that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

Bad bitches follow me swallow me. I be burning calories

Everything's for sale like it's a dollar tree need zeros in my salary comma after comma waving that pistol if it's drama

Got that sticky Aunt Jamima presidential like Obama

Futurama ridin' spacious flyin' in a spaceship probably da latest feelin' like da greatest yeah I'm high maintenance

Uh, I ain't got no patience shit get flagrant if we steppin' that's no question for protection gotta keep that loaded weapon

Keep it G that evil shit is in my personality

We higher than the stars that's in da galaxy he sneeze on tracks and never had an allergy

Come see I paint a perfect picture. This my gallery. I know my mama proud of me

Bitch fuck your apology that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

Higher than the galaxies everywhere. They follow me that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

This my art gallery pay homage. Just acknowledge me that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

I body a beat fatality put digits in my salary that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

On demon time my seat reclined burner in my lap

I keep a nine gripped gotta make the work flip I'll make a bitch strip to her bikini line

Kiwi lime zona' dope like homer wit two Maggie's gotta keep a stash spot in case dem' people try to bag me

Shit can get nasty ask me. I say it's in my personality

Spin then a nigga spin again. Yeah, I keep a evil twin Mickey and Mallory shout out to Broad N' Olney South Jersey do you dirty crash ya whip they got no pics

They aim that stick it's Bye Bye Birdie. Keep it G that evil shit is in my personality

We higher than the stars us in the galaxy

He sneeze on tracks and never had an allergy come see I paint a perfect picture. This my gallery

I know my mama proud of me Bitch fuck your apology that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

Higher than the galaxies everywhere. They follow me that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

This my art gallery pay homage just acknowledge me that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

I body a beat fatality put digits in my salary that evil shit that evil shit that evil shit

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