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lirik lagu galaxy – ryan jacket

stepping up out the house looking fresh as f-ck
cup of tea splashing and i’m laughing with a p-ssion, baby f-ck with me
i’m rationing my bars till we on mars
tryna be the greatest motherf-cking rapper in the whole galaxy
little hoe mad at me
literal blasphemy
cynical centerfold little hoe p-ss to me and ask of me, “how the f-ck you doing it?”
early morning sesh man, how the f-ck you ruin it?
girly orange dress to impress all the boys in her presence
given it’s her born day, give her toys and the presents
man i know you feel my motherf-cking essence
when i step up in this b-tch i teach you motherf-cking lessons
and now i know you feeling like a shaman
feinding for some asian so you get a bite of ramen
i’m tryna make some money for my motherf-cking mom’nem
p-ssionate creatives, ain’t no motherf-cking calming them
i’m bombing them with the best sh-t out the west, sh-t
best sit down ‘fore your -ss get pressed kid
lexus swerving down whittier late night
dad got sick? that’s a sh-ttier date night
you late right?
all the bros know that it’s a dying habit
like the hoes know how the f-ck i’m frying rabbit at the kickback
p-ssy motherf-cker you a knick knack
sit back with a kit kat and a tic tac
sit back

looking up at the sky, mellow high
yellow sun-dried sunflowers dancing in the sunshine
knowing i’ll be just fine, flowing like a river do
hanging onto one vine, kind of like your liver do
got a whole lot of love and don’t know who to give it to
give it to yourself and it’ll help and yeah i’m living proof
self-made rapper i ain’t got no motherf-cking booth
spitting the norm jit, hot sh-t for my b-tch through my missing tooth
now i’m off by myself shroom tripping in the woods
with the stealth of an elf, boom, sipping and it’s good
think i kinda like the taste of that
got me bout 10 racks? go and cop a case of that
lacing up my old skools, hop inside the ’55 chevy
tryna drive it to the motherf-cking levy if i can
little hot pot cooking in my pan
play a little hop scotch, win it if i can
boom bap beat bumping, getting brain in a van
pig pulled up strapped, pump drawn, then i ran
who the f-ck yelled jawn? y’all wrong, i’m a man
what the f-ck y’all want? tryna ball while i can
why the f-ck y’all call? tryna hang when i can’t
y’all call drool fun, hate it when i rant
give a f-ck about a single thing, flexing with a pinky ring
texting b-tches, having fun, and disregarding everything
keeping flowers in my garden watered, slaughter all the rest
switching up all my habits like a rapper sipping qualitest
best known rhyme spitter since the mad villain
posted in the function mad chilling
coasting through a bunch of lames to light another blunt to flames
hunger games playing with the sound off, nothing’s changed
couple pounds up off my belly, feeling like a changed man
people got me pulling out my motherf-cking chain man
feeling like a smart man roaming in a stupid world
nothing entertaining but an adriatic stupid girl
cubes swirl slow around my motherf-cking drank now
say i’m in the navy but i pull up in the tank now
“why you always going to the motherf-cking bank now?”
give me 80 seconds man i’m drawing up a blank now, hey now
baby take a walk with a hot shot
caught with the glock ’cause the motherf-cking block hot
best not press where you’re not really meant to
let the letter be read by who it’s sent to
set and centered, let the devil cry and repent too
ain’t n0body on my level, goddy done sent you
sell my f-cking soul to satan, oddy nuff said to
f-ck the overrated p-ssies, gunning, and the bread too
overate a couple large fries, i’m a large guy
large tee, hair up in a ponytail, holy grail bars fye
bar fight might end nice, might both die
wake up in the morning and the toast dry, oh my

- ryan jacket

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