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lirik lagu ​mephisto – ​miind

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[part 1]

[intro]
yup, yuh yuh
wh0re, lets go ahhhh

[verse 1]
mephisto, i’m the devil of this sh*t
like a backstroke, i got the water on my wrist
like some battletoads, i got the green in my amiri jeans
shoot a sweet n*gga in his cantaloupe
i’m in the whip, pockets bloated; stressed mrs. puff
regular show, b*tch wanna get that fist pump
matter fact black activist with my fist up
like the 40 year old virgin, i do not give f*cks
i can never go to sleep when i think bout the bag
with that logic, i’d make a ‘mill when i take a nap
dora the explorer, i got tools up in this backpack
when i show this [?] now he can’t act
your broke ass, your poor ass my whip on king boo
if i hit you with these blue shеlls there’s two types of bluеs
got jelly bean in my blunt now i’m higher than a roof
my girl fine, my neck shine, what do i have to lose?
[part 2]

[interlude: huey*blt & miind]
since day one, i been telling you
to always talk yo sh*t on the beat
on it yeah i’m up lil b*tch, i ain’t never noticed it
you always wanted to do whatever you wanted do
now i’m telling you right now, with these beat right here?
not into politics, i ain’t messing with none of these n*ggas
b*tch i rock this sh*t, i ain’t never yuh yuh yuh
n*gga talk yo sh*t!

[verse 2]
fairy tale ass n*ggas always story telling
blood of the bottom of my yeezy’s like i p*ssed off eleven
like a blocked text i got the green
but i’m stuck on blue message
goliath with the sword on my chop
you bout to see heads severed
b*tch i’m cold, i get to popping like a soda with the frisk
you ain’t never touch no band cus you ain’t never take no risk
i can step on your endeavors with this fire, can’t resist
put the pepper to his top like a only fans b*tch uh
b*tch i’ve been sick when i make this guap, i guess i’m bed ridden
i can put two dots up on top just like it’s yeat written
i might go vegan cus n*ggas think i got beef with em
why would i focus on a n*gga if he not in my vision?
when i do this sh*t, i do it right their ain’t no wrong mistakes
when i hit yo b*tch ima hit this l!ck, two birds in a rocks place
k!lling these rap n*ggas is my bad habit like i’m steve lacy
burn you with this heat leave em deceased i guess i cremate em
blast sh*t but you done before that
got yo b*tch peach in the crib where toad at?
where my soul at, prolly where my pole at
me and my n*ggas sipping on mud like a mole back
bl!ck em reverse that sh*t *unintelligible words*
lunch box how i pack the pole again
think i won’t shut sh*t down, i run this sh*t

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