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lirik lagu lung cancer – drybus

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[intro: drybus]
ayy, what’s up? uh huh
salutations
she want f*ck with me but i can’t use location yuh
i want all the b*tches ‘specially them blasians yuh
you know i won’t miss no special occasions what
your b*tch staring i say sup
you running out of luck, ayy

[verse 1: drybus]
put it in that sh*t got stuck
she got bad luck
b*tch, i’m running through the muck i need a bentley truck
your change is chillin in your pocket
enchilada, pill pocket, rocket
she told me i don’t love her but it ain’t enough that i rock it
you can’t stop the*
pick pocket ‘less you lock it (ayy)
diamonds, pourin’ out my faucet
playboi carti
never lost it

[verse 2: yung wintr]
(yuh)
b*tch was talkin’ sh*t so i just pulled up with the rocket
yeah b*tch gon’ blow that d*ck up like she osama bin laden
i told that b*tch to suck (huh)
b*tch i’m tryna’ f*ck
30 pop up at that b*tch if that lil’ b*tch want f*ckin’ talk
i’m on x, elon musk
get that bread, it’s a must
b*tch i’m walkin’ with that metal, b*tch you walkin’ with some rust
i get the cheese, ion’ eat thе crust
she on her knees i’m boutta bust (ayy)
lil’ b*tch i’m in the gle thеse b*tches in a bus (ayy)
b*tch, stop, all that talkin’ if you ain’t got nothing to talk about
lipstick on my body b*tch around me, they gon’ watch they mouth
[bridge: yung wintr]
b*tch was talkin’ dirty had to wash his mouth
said that you about it but ain’t never see what you about
come on do some work, yeah i made her twerk
get that money every day these b*tches get it on the first (what)
left that p*ssy dead, man i left that p*ssy murked
b*tch was talkin’ too much sh*t so i just put him on a shirt

[verse 3: drybus]
not an extrovert
eat the p*ssy for dessert
it gon’ squirt
b*tch you short just like lil uzi vert
shoot it up like kurt
brand new b*tch she in a skirt
make her f*ckin’ squirt
got you out the dirt, but you hurt
fishnet and a skirt
might have to answer
she ask me where my hoodie at but you know i won’t answer
know i can’t’* can’t dance b*tch i’m not a dancer
i revive you, necromancer
you got cancer
like you a*
pyromancer
she a belly*
dancer
i see the future chiromancer (ayy)
in the future you won’t have her
and you got lung cancer
b*tch i’m great so call me alexander

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