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smooth jawn/malachi flynn - since99 lyrics

[intro]
i wish i was jenry

[chorus]
this beat a smooth ass jawn, i feel like kasher
my name hold a lot of weight, they gotta put me in the rafters
good judgement, no, i don’t regret the morning after
in the demons, i’m bone, i feel like malachi flynn
b*tch, i need your cvv, and then the pin
you just had that light shinin’ on you and now it’s dim
the plug bouta serve me and cater to every whim
i just call these b*tches bots, i swear they acting like sims

[verse]
she want generational wealth, but i don’t got it, only kind of
her knees hurtin’ when she givе the top, no andrew bynum
arc’teryx stayin’ on mе, i just felt a change of climate
if i go and spaz with a .40, they’ll think i’m choosin’ violence
they just need a free jest, said you got the drop? we deaf
said you made a band? we bet, b*tch, i’m scorin’, here’s a heat check
i just took a tab of acid and now i’m havin’ me an ego death
got here servin’ dog food, he just would’ve made a fiend go fetch
they gon’ say it’s fan sh*t, but i’m just givin’ ’em props
‘bnb up on the lake and that b*tch came with a dock
eleven legs on the parlay and i know it’s a lot
your man is broke, he on temu and he not gonna shop
they tryna play me like a l!ck, it’s the opposite
if you reach for my imaginary chain, then b*tch, i’m poppin’ it
and i’m smokin’ on this prime top shelf, ain’t talkin’ opposite
steady geekin’ off the drank, i’m floatin’ in and out of consciousness
b*tch, i got a bald head plug, i call him derrick white
you might as well just give it up, the finish line is out of sight
she just wanna hit the town and have me buy her a mimosa
we ain’t talkin’ no summers, but all these hoes believe in the hype
why the f*ck would i sit back and not recoup my deal?
he talkin’ crazy on the net, that boy a human shield
yes, i’m always stayin’ on the go, i be like, “f*ck a yield”
i’ve had a lot of pain up in my heart, that sh*t ain’t never heal
[interlude]
(i’ve had a lot of pain, i ain’t talkin’ sk!ll
b*tch, young sheet drill
i just bought her birkins, finelles, and everything between
i don’t give a f*ck, i just served a fiend
on the mic right now, i’m spittin’
i don’t give a f*ck, these bands on me, they’re given
sike, i got this sh*t by myself
they tried to slide on me, b*tch, i came by myself)

[outro]
she want generational wealth, but i don’t got it, only kind of
(hahaha)

- since99 lyrics

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