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lirik lagu gucci garageband – lobster heart rate

[verse 1]
i work at taco bell
i buy my gas from sh*ll
been p**pin’ like a pigeon
want forgiveness? get religion

my friend brooks is really
cracked at the game
he doesn’t even have to try
to make you look lame

he looks like ross lynch if he
vaped and played baseball
you look like your mom
if she ate a whole racecar

i may be broke
but i ain’t broken
i be writing my raps
like j. r. r. tolkien

big word
big name
big bird
big game
they call me ranch in the morning
cuz i be dressing
you think imma joking but
i ain’t messing

i’m more dripped out
than a broken gutter
turn that camera off
before i shudder

i got a big house
and a full size pool
get over here fool
get in my pool

i’m having a party
and i’ll play you a song
it’s not very good
but it is very long
i’m like john cena cuz
you can’t see me
you the crazy frog
cuz you just say “bing bing”

since we last met
i’ve just been chilling
but all you can see
is a cone of 冰淇淋
all you can see
is a cone of 冰淇淋

[verse 2]
yo*
i’m gonna call my gang on you
you look like a cow
i bet you moo
you look like an animal
livin’ at the zoo
eatin’ your poo
you smell like doo doo

i drive the honda modyssey
going on an odyssey
this is really odd you see
but i fulfill a prophecy

your mom be lookin’ fine
wait* that’s a crime
but i’m standing in line
to spend my last dime

walkin’ my dog in the park
i’m eatin some shark
feelin like i’m bout to fart
better be careful or i’ll shart!
[verse 3]
yeah!
i be like emperor nero
cuz i be spittin fire
oh my gosh guys
i think i got a flat tire

cars 2 on dvd
turns out she’s not into me
cars 3 on the blu ray
turns out she’s super g*y

she said she love me like a brother
but i’m from alabama baby
i better shut my mouth before
i end up in the slamma

(cracka white cracka white cracka)

workin on my farm
while driving my tractor
you better be careful
or i might attract her
john deere, my dear
while i’m drinking a beer
bud lite
not that stupid corona
not talking covid
cuz i bet you got the ‘rona

yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yung gravy on the track yeah
yeah
got a big booty crack yeah

taco bell
more like taco smell
yeah
got that bean burrito

yeah*yeah*yeiarooeroo*yup*eagh

[verse 4]
my private jet screams “i got class”
bumpin to hey ya, like i’m an outkast
but i’m a rich man
countin all my bands
they can’t reach me
i beseech you leave

ran out of rhymes
after just two lines
so i’ll be livin off dimes
‘til i commit some crimes

(livin off dimes)

i drive a ford
school board
no goard
all aboard
i got a train
tired of fame
just me to blame
droppin’ bands in the flame

ben shapiro
and emperor nero
i say i gotta go
and i’ll see ya later bro

- lobster heart rate

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