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no hook - bse (blakesalad) lyrics

i’m with salad exotics smoking exotic
i’m sounding like blueface on this beat it makes me wanna vomit
probably cause i’m the sickest c*nt
bse had too much of that painstop
when i’m with her i make it rain like a raindrop
make this b*tch go down like a mu f*ckin anchor
your a mu f*cking w*nker
i’m making bombs c*nt like i’m a tanker

a*a*and we’re going straight to the bank c*nt
i’m the freshest c*nt even just in a tank top
i don’t want your girl brother i’d rather w*nk c*nt
n*n*novocain be cut that i use c*nt
rambo’s and zks leaving you sliced up
i don’t want a piece give me the whole prize bruz
f*cking with the tеam and i’m guessing your times up
heavеn done called now it’s time to die c*nt
gods messenger i didn’t ask to sign up
i’m twins with some angels and we’re bout to fly up

d*mn telling em
f*ck i’m selling em
not putting c*nts to sleep with no melanin
you think your bad c*nt
what the f*ck is this
i’m all about a bag c*nt f*ck a b*tch
i’m on the speed like a truck driver
i’m transporting drugs like i’m a truck driver
c*nt
i got the fire f*ck a firefighter
when i’m getting on the only time i am a buyer
d*mn
mother f*cker
c*nts f*cking with my money he’s only got tomorrow
i got it off the boat like jack sparrow
i still got lsd in my bone marrow
she be on my pokeb*lls like the b*tch spearow
i’ve been known to run the ball up like no tomorrow
if you wanna see some skitz sh*t give me a follow
if you don’t like my sh*t b*tch catch hollows
we ain’t got no sympathy b*tch
f*ck you think this is a nice team
selling fake dreams b*tch
putting nice guys in a ditch
home run hit f*ck a pitch
she’s a nice girl i still call her b*tch
r*r*running from the cops yeah i got me a stitch
heavy pour so it stops on my itch
two twins like a glitch

i’m still itching from that oxy
and this still burning from that mf
fill my lean up it’s empty
and these f*cking b*tches doing anything trendy
why the f*ck are they copying
you think your the baddest c*nt your completely the opposite
i got job it’s called robbing him
i’m doing all this sh*t and movin sh*t to bring dollars in

your girls got a brand new job it’s called slobbering
harley quinn lookin b*tch but the of bring dollars in
don’t know right from wrong
all i know is just how to sin
f*ck your ideas c*nt, b*tch put em in the bin
24 was for the l’s 25 is just for the wins
d*d*d*db south side is just where i be
if i was known for one thing it’s for weird c*nts hating me
how come only ugly b*tches wanna be the ones dating me
cooked for 6 months f*ck else you wanna come say to me
the best in south side still and i’ll say that sh*t blatantly

- bse blakesalad lyrics

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