F**k what you like, b*t*h
Yeah, I kill ’em all
I might drop that f**king dyke too
Shooting up the mall
Yeah, I kill ’em all
Drop that f**king dyke too
Shooting up the mall
F**k what you like, b*t*h
I kill ’em all
F**k what you like, b*t*h
I kill ’em all
I might drop that f**king dyke too
Shoot up the mall
Stupid b*t*h, we [?]
So f**k off
Talk that sh*t just how you like to
We kill ’em all, damn
I ain’t got no money from this sh*t so I don’t care
Once I get my paper, I won’t motherf**king share
If you ain’t a homie, we put holes inside your T-shirt
Bullets hurt more than the words do
Bullets hurt more than the words do
Holes up in your- Holes up in your T-shirt, f**k
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
F**k what you like, b*t*h
I kill ’em all
I might drop that f**king dyke too
Shoot up the mall
Stupid b*t*h, we [?]
So f**k off
Talk that sh*t just how you like to
We kill ’em all, damn
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BLCKK Lyrics – SHOOT UP THE MALL