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juiced up, gooned out - damn fabric & yung diablo (swishamilitia) lyrics

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[verse 1]

got that juice in my cup

with my goons in the club

yung diablo drunk as f*ck

servin ounces of the drugs

and these b*tches snortin slugs

and my girlfriend is the plug

poppyflowerzz in the backseat steady slumpin off the subs

and i’m doin ketamine off the dc shoebox

d*mn fabric bumpin out the motherf*ckin boombox

hollow points they hit you in yo arm just like some flu shots

catch me in the dale with 2 glocks strapped like the boondocks

who thought

i would get this rich off trappin moonrocks

who got za that’s by the bow i need to move lots

you pop percs i know you gotta make the spoon hot

crew hot, swisha militia fresh as a juice box

b*tch

don’t give a f*ck cause you know that we likе that

don’t give a f*ck cuz we like that

pull up i stеal the beat you know i hijack

yo b*tch she love how i dance like im mike jack

feelin so shimmery lookin so glittery

all of these b*tches is so f*ckin into me

she say diablo just come bring that d*ck to me
i make that little
hoe sing like a symphony

singin my melodies

pictures she send to me

feel so autistic off all of this ketamine

me and d*mn fabric creating the legacy

hittin the blunt while yo b*tch givin head to me

yo , aye im juiced up and gooned out

how many times we f*cked 2 now

so best get up out of my room now

i got 2 clouds of the crack smoke

takin fat tokes and i smack hoes

no tobbaco only thraxx hoe

and a bad b*tch on my ass tho
and i’m too juiced up and that fabric what i need

d*mn fabric on the beat and i’m smokin on my weed, lil b*tch

[verse 2]

b*tch i rip the bowl a make a lil b*tch run like an elliptical

my flow so overmythical

i’m spitting all these syllables

like b*tch im mystical on digital jus like im dmz

so similiar to simula the beat it kicks like dnb

you seein me off all these magic mushrooms rippin dmt

the paparazzi always be up on me who called tmz

them arps and 22s they bring you to a violent death

i stole my cousin ps5 and sold it for a pile of meth

no real fiends don’t blow they nose

ar with that thermal scope

100,000 bullets in yo dome they boutta send ya home

im washing pills down with the beer

i hit the blunt and disappear

i wash it down with everclear

now aliens is all i hear

in every way and every weather

sellin better heavy sweater

if my name was eddie vedder would you like me any better

penny’s weathered money tethered

enter and you must surrender

plenty feathers chicken heads they flockin like they don’t remember , b*tch

- damn fabric yung diablo swishamilitia lyrics

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