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#mm cypher - bse (blakesalad) lyrics

uh, yeah, winning time, f*ck losing talk about it, we do it
just like nike c*nt, we all do it nike c*nt, just do it, ayy
skipping cuts just like double dutch for the purple cup and its muddied up
don’t like the word pumpin he ain’t earn enough
ain’t earnin’ much hangin’ with the f*ckin’ earners, c*nt

similar, similar chase, chase so we comin’ with the weight, weight
all with this bein’ chase, chase or will this be evade, vade
always come, they ain’t catchin’ us hide the c*nt up in the mattress, c*nt
promises can get drastic, c*nt you be lookin’ like a spastic’ c*nt

lean all in my maximus money all in my mattress
that c*nt’s mad cause i taxed his stuff and i got his air maxs c*nt
heard c*nts lookin’ for me
heard, heard, there’s a stack on me
probably cause his missus came and slopped me
not my fav b*tch
but she disciplined
(like) top g
f*f*f*f*f*f*free paddy till he’s scot*free
free my boys locked up

free all my boys locked up
your sound ain’t cut or washed like seth, yo, b*tch got knocked up
destiny knockin’ at my door tellin’ me to get my b*lls sucked
go get some more its such a bore
it’s a bore death comes knockin’ at my window
but for you it comes when i’m knockin’ on your door
at the funeral in an outfit designed by christian dior
like the runway went and started a war in warsaw
yo, b*tch so ugly, she’s an eyesore just like taylor, i’m a legend like folklore
eatin’ pills like pac*man tryin’ to get the high score

phone keeps buzzin’, what the f*ck? why you callin’ me up
junkie hit my phone, askin’ for a re up what do you want
what do you want?

i’ve got nothing, you’ll f*ck it up
hit him up, i don’t have it up hit him up with my two*pack

i just made two racks out my dacks
and they wanna know my facts
they ain’t knowin’ sh*t from me jack
tryin’ to find me, you can chase me, jacks
if you ain’t f*ckin’ around with me, c*nt you ain’t f*ckin’ with this pack

you ain’t f*ckin’ with c*nt youll go to gound
i took him out just like i had to do
and i’m all money, c*nt, i’m addin’ it
and these c*nts, yeah, they look silly i’m not content till imma milly
promise i’ll suck it up, no billy

- bse blakesalad lyrics

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