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roman holiday - bryvie lyrics

[verse 1]
you done, you tight? you suck at life?
you don’t want a round three? you done suffered twice
worship the queen and you might could pass
keep it real, these b*tches couldn’t wipe my ass
anyway, stylist, go get bvlgari
i am the ultimate svengali
you, you b*tches can’t even spell that
you, you hoes bugging, repel that
let me tеll you this, sister
i am, i am colder than a blister
‘causе my flow’s so sick, and i’m a lunatic
and this can’t be cured with no elixir
’cause y’all know who the f*ck, what the f*ck i do
i done put the pressure to every thug i knew
quack, quack to a duck and a chicken too
put the hyena in a freakin’ zoo
[chorus]
take your medication, roman
take a short vacation, roman, you’ll be okay
you need to know your station, roman
some alterations on your clothes and your brain
take a little break, little break from your silencing
there’s so much you can take, you can take
i know how bad you need a roman holiday
roman holiday, a roman holiday

[verse 2]
b*tch, twitch!
b*tch, motherf*cking right, this is world war six
this right here might make a b*tch die
and this right here is gonna make a b*tch cry
and if we being honest, i am such a great guy
and this what i do when a b*tch breaks flock
[stuttering]
i’mma put her in a dungeon under, under
no them b*tches ain’t eating, they dying of hunger
motherf*cker, i me, who the f*ck is this hoe?
and yes, maybe just a touch of tourette’s
get my wigs, terrence, go and get my beret

[chorus]
take your medication, roman
take a short vacation, roman, you’ll be okay
you need to know your station, roman
some alterations on your clothes and your brain
take a little break, little break from your silencing
there’s so much you can take, you can take
i know how bad you need a roman holiday
roman holiday, a roman holiday
[bridge]
come all ye faithful
joyful and triumphant
i am roman zolanski
come all ye faithful
joyful and triumphant
i am roman zolanski
come all ye faithful
joyful and triumphant
i am roman zolanski

[verse 3]
talking ’bout me, you talking about me?
i dare a motherf*cker to be talking about me
that b*tch must be smokin’ a couple of oz’s
they want the outline, i give them a goatee
godd*mn, motherf*cker, you talking about me?
i dare a motherf*cker to be talking about me
that b*tch must be smokin’ a couple of oz’s
a*buh*buh*buh now give then a goatee

- bryvie lyrics

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