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lirik lagu solo man – dev the follower

[intro]

dev the follower, for those who didn’t know

this song goes out to my boys young branning, slim will, mc tha kid

i’ll see y’all on the other side
let’s get it

[verse 1]

who the f-ck you b-tches think i am?
you’ll get overran the day you f-ck with my clan
like the day i witnessed yb turn into zacky chan
and when your b-tch hears my song, she’ll say that dtf is her f-cking jam
i’ll plan on slapping you in the face just because i can
and get banned from every public store for h–rding contraband
i am who i say i am; i came from nothing ‘cause i got no pots to p-ss in so i chose a pan
if life is a beach, then i’ll stick my d-ck in the sand
you bet i’m f-cking up bands, loading up clips in advance
strapping and packing in vans, suck on my peter like pan
what the f-ck don’t you understand?
i’m a solo man that’s got an independent plan

a pacifist that’s asking to see my -ss is hazardous
i’m vastly fascinated and fast, in fact i’m packing straps of gas; you bet i’m faded
p-ss the blunt, i’m blasting c-nts with guns for casting out the tons of ‘juana
packing ganja, slurping fanta but don’t get any on ya
i don’t mean to disappoint you momma
but i’m coming for the drama
coming from behind, i’m counting all these commas
leave a diorama, grind in yokahama
i can’t help but i wanna, not smoking marijuana
i’m in tijuana flats, i carry comas, soak in saunas
i promise, to run up on a prima donna
what’s rihanna’s closed drama?
chill in pajamas, i’mma bomb osama bin laden then put him in a coffin

if you think you f-cking wit me, you must be a silly goose
2 shots to the head, i guess you can call that sh-t a dizzy deuce
i got requirements, a foundation full of platform principles and interludes
i won’t get physical; i’ll just shoot you in the face while i’m wearing my gully suit, you know i spit in booths

i will reign, make you fumble when i sack your team
bringing pain, i’m a b-mble bee, now watch me f-cking sting
soon to be hopping out the limousine; i’m living a dream

i rise from the grave, take me out before i suffocate
i reach for help, but nothing helps, i’m ‘bout to die in my own sp-ce

in outer sp-ce, i’m flying high
i’m high and i’m prying my eyes apart
dying inside, i kinda invited the dark
departed, uncharted, i’ve hardened my heart
i started the part of compartment, the part of a carving carc-ss
cart of already dead body parts
you cannot tear me apart, you cannot tell me apart
i am living art that’s ‘bout to build a name like noah’s arc

yeah, i got a pistol in my backpack, i use logic for the ratpack
que pasa? drill to press, you know mufasa k!lled for less
i address. step me i flex. i top it off and that’s what you get
i pop off sh-lls until you’re dead
my strategy is not like chess; my lyrical presence; you know it’s the f-cking best

i’ll clean my slate like i’m ‘bout to wash a plate of dishes
never mind, i’ll hire a mistress
i got enough money to pay for -ssistance
i’m not talented; i’m sk!lled and gifted
ain’t afraid to pop a sh-ll, ain’t to leave a couple st-tches
ain’t afraid to drop an l, ain’t afraid to k!ll for those who witness
so i will crack your face and i will not resuscitate you b-tches

[outro]

i got a different style from the rest
if you don’t like it, then you can get the f-ck out
way better than you, and that’s that

- dev the follower

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