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lirik lagu tay-k – custodian

[intro: custodian & gorejit]
f-ck you, george! (f-ck you, george! f-ck you, george! f-ck you, george!)
f-ck you, george! (f-ck you, george! f-ck you, george! f-ck you, george!)
yuh

[verse 1: custodian]
all these rappers, all these trappers
all these cappers, full time actors
i ain’t f-cking with you b-st-rds
drink until i’m f-cking plastered
i don’t even wanna tap her
but she’s yelling to go faster
pockets thick and getting fatter
all that sh-t don’t even matter
better hope that you’re a friend of me
bumper stickers for my enemies
f-cking with you ain’t got better things
better hope n0body’s sending me
i’m blowing money don’t wanna get rich
pop in my bowl and your b-tch on my d-ck
and you know d-mn well i’ve been talking sh-t
pull up the the wharf if you wanna catch fists

[hook: custodian]
i’m getting money call it paper chase
slap a p-ssy harder than my 808’s
i let em shine then they fade away
custodian coming to save the day
your parents don’t trust me i’m shady
got these b-tches yelling mayday
shooting shots out the ak
i got more bars than tak-k
i’m taking out trash like some paper plates
she hit my line so i made her wait
i love attention so please hate
i f-ck your b-tch in a threeway
your parents don’t trust me i’m shady
got these b-tches yelling mayday
shooting shots out the ak
i got more bars than tak-k

[bridge: bandmanfar]
i shoot the k until that mothaf-cka shake and smoke
th-these n-ggas talkin’, n-ggas lame, these n-ggas goin’, uh
i put that mothaf-ckin’ k into his f-ckin’ throat
pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, p-ssy boy won’t make it home

[verse 2: custodian]
why your b-tch just call me baby
why my checkings look like savings
why am i in a new mercedes
why am i flipping like the 80’s
why’s that sh-t not even phase me
i’m blowing smoke like a coal mine
smoke so much dope that it’s f-cking with my mind
i’m with the crew like the old times
hitting your b-tch juul because i just sold mine
i don’t do heroin but i spit black tar
i’m in the back of the van where the straps are
these b-tches is p-ssy i know where the cats are
windows rolled down and we just blasting nascar
i f-ck your b-tch for no reason, aye
i like the sound of her screaming, aye
i cannot see you like stevie, aye
i might skrt off in a demon, aye

[outro: diego money]
go!
i-i-i’m a bandman, countin’ bands, man, off the kickstand
catch me in the trap with tay-k 47
don’t play with us, new draco for my weapon
young diego money, but call me the jugg man

- custodian

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