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lirik lagu a.s.m.r. – nerve (aus)

a.s.m.r. lyrics
[verse 1: raj mahal]
i know y’all n*ggas gettin’ sick of me, i ain’t goin’ nowhere
too eccentric, too explicit, f*ck them n*ggas over there
‘fore i came in this b*tch, too tame, motherf*ckers too loud, buck wild when i left
crease my dollars, f*ck the power, break your bank when i’m on the set
i’m belligerent on alcohol, ‘pologise if i slur my sentences
n*ggas rub me wrong, get comin’ to agreements like a cl*toris
shorty tryna strike my dna on some forensic sh*t
principle, never hate on n*ggas, f*ck that bitterness
ho, you chasin’ clout? can’t be seen with y’all n*ggas
give no f*ck ’bout y’all n*ggas, ‘ttention whorin’ fraud n*ggas
do this for my dawgs, n*gga, put that sh*t on dawgs, n*gga
even if i fall, n*gga, standin’ over y’all n*ggas, ayy
yamaha, time to f*ckin’ ball, swag me out, b*tch
you ain’t go nowhere, puttin’ in no work like callin’ out sick
industry faces, love a n*gga, tryna scout sh*t
sydney out to brizzy, nerve, my dawg, gon’ sort me out quick

[verse 2: nerve]
stress in my brain and that vino numbin’ the pain
i got beetles up in the drapes, i don’t sleep, no pumpin’ the brakes
got some sheila up in my face, tryna lead me up to her place
i just took a p*ss in the sink, take a p*ss and i do the race
i ain’t got no time for debates, please, shut it
i don’t do no instagram, beefin’, you’s a puppet
they still on the type of sh*t, that i was comin’ up with
back at seventeen and when i’m seventy, i bet i’ll run sh*t
now i know you ain’t used to this, i put the juice up in the beat
and then i shoot the sh*t, i’m stanley kubrick makin’ movies
and i do the script, losers stick, they say
they movin’ but i’m movin’ in (play that f*ckin’ music, b*tch)
i*i*i drop the bass, they lost their heads, don’t drop the pace, still drop it dead
they wanna conversate, but i pop the tecs, they want problems? there can be problems, then
queen girl with that fat bottom, nearly breakin’ her back on it
astroboy when i take off, subi whip with them tracks on it
[verse 3: marty bugatti]
say what? yep, hit ‘im, quick kung fu (hi*ya!)
see me steady walk and i talk right, too
[?] i’m rollin’ round like a four*door coupe
[?] goin’ hard, know i’m trouble, [?]
keep that figure so undercover, my sirens go gaga (gaga)
give that boy a whiffy, i might call up my mama (mummy!)
drippy, i’m a teletubby, po got that laa*laa
drive my tinky*winky, dipsy, [?] that lychee [?]
i call that there, gimme that pair, yeah? rare, bugatti caught
their [?], i’ll break the law, yeah (i’ll break it), dare you to get out
runnin’ amok, boy outta luck, bangin’ a [?] is a must
[?], back of the bus, [?] what’ll i do to get up, hear me now?
push it like salt*n*pepa, live life up on a stretcher
last year, i’m goo*goo gaga, this year, i’m rap armada
today, i’ll drink a lager and end up in the gutter
my mind a see*saw, you cannot see raw

[verse 4: obi ill terrors]
devil man, i got the orbit in my undercoat
i planted seeds and sever roses like a f*ckin’ throat
she sees my skin and cries for help but that’s a bogus hope
i’m lookin’ white as h*ll, far on the holy ghost
i want that boredom*less pleasure, she get me off on a stretcher
because i’m dyin’ inside but i hit that x like it’s treasure
i hit that g ’cause i’m better than any sucker she ever had
make her cream on that dresser then hit that sh*t, just to throw it back
you won’t ever catch me actin’
i’m triple*six with my sh*t, i keep stackin’ up all my packets
the fact is i’m double dragon, i’m back and i make it classic
her titties are made of plastic and suck me like she a catholic, i love it!
i can’t get enough of this sh*t
my face gone numb like i was f*ckin’ a…
on mdma, while she’s suckin’ my d*ck
spit raw in your face, i ain’t havin’ your kids, like “f*ck it”

- nerve aus

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