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lirik lagu revolver (feat. lil tone) – blckbrd.

clothes are elegant
i’m oh so eloquent
my whole set the type to make the rest take l and quit
i’m an elephant
you’d hunt me for personal benefit
and then relish it, embellishing
details so you don’t seem irrelevant
women don’t want me celibate
f-ckin em for the h-ll of it
come in, im fly fishin for them b-tches, not a halibut
i’m a whole d-mn battalion
gun em down on a stallion
people be biting me
i’m just biting on my medallions
f-ck
insensitive
i don’t really give a f-ck bout what your necklace is
a dentist is gonna need to come and fix your grill
if you chattering your teeth i guess you missed the drill
chilled by my drip, you a popsicle still
don’t ask, cus i won’t cover your hospital bill
blow past, and i’m drunk
i got that prodigal sk!ll
sh-tty artists all mad
cus i call em on the fill
like phil like doctor
better catch me outside, like proctor
c-cky like a law firm
i be playing soccer
with the heads i cut off with a saw first
i offered a dab
but the cops didn’t want terp
breaking benjamins
that’s what happen when i bought shirt
think your girlfriend be f-ckin with me but i’m not sure
got her a couple louis bags and an off skirt
now it’s really off, maybe now we f-ck proper, aye

hit em with the br-ss knuckles
pummel verbiage and they slurp it til they seein double
this records trouble, people bitin, so i turned to un-biteable, i’mma stun em
hubble, i’m rotating in orbit just like a dremmel when i f-ck em
i ain’t being subtle, i don’t wanna cuddle nothing, don’t pop my personal bubble, f-ckin’s all want, i got a problem, i ain’t bein humble, chew em up and spit em out, call it hubba bubba when i come up
y’all can’t
touch me
mc hammer
y’all mad but
you must see
i don’t banter
whole team
bouta rush b
cut the chatter
imma pop a weak rapper like a tiny -ss bladder, b-tch
come up
b-tch don’t touch my bape
gon run up
44 knock door, not safe
shut up
don’t check my dms so why hate
cut up
head a target, got a red dot face

[lil tone]
yeah, we goin’ up like a staircase
yeah, we goin’ up, clear the airwaves
all you n-gg-s steady in my workplace
i might go and send you to your birthplace
everybody wanna copy but hardly could top me
because i’m so motherf-ckin’ witty with the wordplay
and yeah, i’m racing to the top and n-body can stop me
everybody always mooching, they know that i got cheese
all these rappers wanna hit me but no, i do not lease
i’m just tryna get it and drip in givenchy
only wondering if i’m eating it on beat
imma k!ll the track and turn that sh-t into a zombie
eyes red with the dogs, kakashi
all your records sound cheap like a swap meet
actin’ like you smoking loud, but it’s not weed
you couldn’t even make an alb-m, i just dropped three, aye
yeah i’m goin with the brd, he crowin
yeah you know we rollin
yeah you know we smoke it
yeah, we high as f-ck just like a f-ckin’ boeing
makin’ hits and yeah, we steady growin’
this sh-t is history, you rappers misery
we chasin’ victory, you chasin’ injury
ain’t got no time for you n-gg-s’ trickery
you takin’ losses in office, no hillary
don’t want the smoke, b-tch, i got the artillery
scooby doobie, i ain’t talkin’ no mystery
doin’ me and i don’t need no publicity
no, i ain’t human, b-tch, i got ability
to k!ll a beat and leave nothin’, no enemy
you rappers jittery
got no delivery
p-ssin’ the torch like the statue of liberty
need a revolver just to come and finish me

[outro] [lil tone]
aye, just to come finish me yeah
just to come finish me, yeah, aye, yeah
but there ain’t no end to me, n-gg-!
ha! b-tch!

- blckbrd

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