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sons of sparda (prod. brownie) - gradient (lrp) lyrics

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[intro]
this party’s gettin’ crazy, let’s rock!

[verse 1: l*st]

lil b*tch, yeah you know we on top like the rock
ho, no we won’t stop it’s a lot
dropping banger after banger
sounding like my name is sheamus
b*tch you already know that i’m the f*ckin’ greatest
you p*ssies know we already got it like
the f*ckin playas goin up and above like an escalator
so see you later got that f*ckin’ voice you can call me toe mater
wait hold up
you was there too
at the bottom but now you stranded on a motherf*ckin’ island
and you don’t know what to do
so you look up on the news and its filled with just us
and we got a couple racks it dont matter
pull up the stacks and
im smoking hard you might call mе racc

[verse 2: luh racc]

who me?
b*tch i be with the gouda no cheesе
on fleek
when i’m chillin with the bruzz smokin trees
we gon see
put 10 in his face now that n*gga can’t see
that time of the month, i make n*ggas bleed
n*ggas be fruity like loops
all these hoes comin, they flockin in groups
oops
i just pulled up in the coupe
see them boys comin, we gunnin like troops
you lose
it really ain’t nothin’ to live like a king
diamonds on diamonds my vvs bling
ho u ain’t my wifey, you don’t got a ring
bullets gon’ rip through his spleen, finna sting
like a wasp
my money on top
why we still talkin’? lil ho you are chopped
i cannot be stopped
they wait for the drop
n*ggas want problems, they answer to prop
[verse 3: prophecy]

like, you gon’ answer to me
n*ggas want problems we gon see
my ice it stay cold like i don’t got a fleece
whippin the v, you wanna race? i’ma sr the t
b*tch i swerve on the highway
like bk, i have ya b*tch my way
everyday is 4/20, everyday is a high day
im feelin’ kinda lucky, it must be a friday
d*mn
pour up the fanta syrup in the cup now i’m sippin’
i pull up to her crib just to f*ck then i’m dippin’
i pop out in the cut like somebody got stitches
wrappin her legs when i’m in it she trippin
yea she buggin’
she say that she love me like b*tch we just f*ckin’
big gradient and you know that we thuggin’
g*9 on the hip you can’t see cause i’m tuckin’
d*mn

[outro]
show me your motivation

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