Talisman

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ERIC NORTH - Rap

Talisman

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[Intro: ERIC NORTH] [?] Uh, uh, yeah [Verse 1: ERIC NORTH] Bitch I'm hotter than Sahara, panera inside my pockets I got rulers for the class if any students out of pocket Throw his bitch a couple drugs, they all assorted, made her cough it Got my dick inside her socket, she lock me in like a locket Melt bloody on the tracks, like I'm snatching a weave Dishonorably you are trash and I have never been pleased Apply pressure to your neck and then I bite it to feel You gon' need a new body for your body to heal King of the hill, I'm stealing all your buddy's bills On fire, gеtting drunk, ask how my tummy will feel I need sleep, so I'm bathing in some Seroquel Bеnzos same counter as my money still, ayy Why the fuck they talking, my conscience is steady knocking I hit a nigga for fun, or the rush, or whatever's popping I'm dirty, I need a 30, you lucky, I'm out of wack Boy, it's facts, all black when I'm faded up of the yac, ayy [Verse 2: Ashton Black] Kalashnikov bussin', that nigga said something Hot steel with the wood grips, get ya ass dropped, this a lethal weapon Taliban, I'm nuclear, little nigga got his feelings hurt Compact lil' Lucifer, grimy nigga still doin' dirt I am no liar, play round with that fire I never get tired, leave niggas expired Come through with the suppressor Niggas know it's a stressor Hit ya heart in fact, that's a heart attack Fuck a cardiac, think I'm Ashton Black Bet I peep you with the NVGs Choppas bumpin' like mp3s What you know about IEDs Speed dial on the cellular Dial 9 for fuck you, bruh What the fuck you got problem for Know we kickin' in the front door Run the bag niggas, hit the floor, yeah New .38, yeah, hide it in my sock Pop 'em in the spine, man Watch him Milly Rock Motherfuck' an opp dog Rather grab the Glock .30 on it longways Laser with the dot Know, I serve it hot, man Know, I serve it hot Know, I serve it hot, man Drop him fast, do the dash Show no fear, shotty blast Grab the bag, light the rag Torch this shit, gotta blast Leave 'em sad, attitude That boy mad, I'm his dad False moves, body bags Laughin at em, Sinbad

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Credits

Writers
  • ERIC NORTH
  • Ashton Black