Dishes! lyrics

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[Verse 1]

[Verse 2: ATARi KXRXi]
I'm gone pull up and go dummy, wrap him up now he a mummy
Heard that boy was talking sh*t, I grab my blade and cut his lip
That little hoe yea she was sl*tty, she wanna f*ck, I bust some nuttys
Choppa blow I let it paint. these n*ggas pus*y they gone faint
I got the forces on my feet. this glockuh turn him into meat
I love my choppa like I'm Tay-K, spin his block, now he a BeyBlade
123 that's my extension. slice him up but I'm no Kenshin
Catch em lackin' opposition, b*tch is you gone do these dishes?
Scam a n*gga named Ronaldo. find his ass like Where's Waldo?
Burn him out like he a Newport, take him out, now that's an escort

[Verse 3: Triponxan]
All my n*ggas keep a glocky, and we sneak up to your cribby
Choppa turning off this body, air em out, turn em to [?]
Keep a sticky, not a blicky, but you know that isn't [?]
[?], legal weapon, choppa doing 9/11
Suck my di*k, she learned her lesson, then I go into depresson
Keep a stick [?] b*tch this choppa gonna bless em
All my n*ggas f*cking totem, and you know my Glock a demon
You keep asking where yo b*tches, when she out eating semen
Get yo b*tch up in the kitchen, with the dishes she be cleaning
We be smoking on the pipe, I think that little n*gga fainting
[Interlude: Triponxan]
Ayy, b*tch

[Verse 4: Triponxan]
b*tch [?] started up and I go faster
While the bullets eat his body, turn it up, I ain't no pastor
Three sixes up my skull, [?]
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