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h^ppy_b1rthday.aiff - ​​skylin & ​dazed?! lyrics

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[intro]
bro, you seem to never f*ckin wanna push with us bro, like i swear, like
enlighten me, motherf*cker

[verse 1: skylin]
f*ckin’ with the wrong one, i promise i will not miss, b*tch
this a glock— it don’t do no f*cking distance
promise if you keep on talkin’ sh*t, i’ll air out london
who the f*cking f*ck is— you best get yo—
how the f*ck you feel confident enough to talk sh*t?
you look like sh*ggy but rogue, that n*gga a tooth pick
talkin’ ’bout some “the streets chose me”
but i don’t think that’s the case
got your mother stressing saying—
“but what about your grades?”
when is— droppin’? that’s that sh*t that no one asked
if i walk in (adrenaline cycles) can i find you in the back?

[interlude: skylin]
yeah, uh, i need some help gettin’ somе uh—
hold on, is you— i got something to say (what?)

[verse 2: skylin]
better watch your mouth ‘causе you was crying to me back then
talkin all that sh*t, like i know yo daddy inside in the pen
better pray to god all the inmates wasn’t inside of him
then your father wouldn’t be a man, he’d be a bottom, b*tch
every time you post a song, sheldon is sucking on your d*ck
at this point make him put on a dress ‘n’ then call him your b*tch
you talked about weed for like half of your song, that ain’t a diss
bet you wouldn’t come and dox me, find out my flavor of linux
you can’t really f*ck with me, i’m ready for these enemies
i been doin’ this for years, i program root kits with much ease
better be a good boy, i’d hate to tell yo momma—
[interlude]
ew, it’s all on my monitor!
oh my god

[verse 3: dazed?!]
if you hard then i wanna see you shoot, b*tch
we know you won’t and i promise you ain’t cool, b*tch
why do all yo homies blow yo d*ck when you drop sh*t?
yo pfp on discord corny ’cause you chopped shyt (ha)
pr*pr*pressing my brothers like pressin’ the number to call up that deadbeat in jail
i’m*i’m*i’m moving harder but, b*tch, i am younger, so tell me what’ll that entail?
talk about guns but you don’t even tote you a beam and you workin’ at walmart
b*tch, i’ma pull up to ‘tucky, yo fat bro won’t help, he movin’ like paul blart, yeah

[bridge: dazed?!]
petty b*tches movin’ stupid, do not try that sh*t
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 4: dazed?!]
yo daddy gettin’ f*cked inside them cells
how you feel ’bout that?
bro built like a twig, i’ll break his arms
how he snap like that?
does— f*cking know bout the way that you move? yeah—
get the f*ck off of his d*ck, he probably snaking you
this ain’t all, this b*tch moving like a wh0re, yeah
started in a ‘cord, this b*tch make me f*cking bored, i was told that— had some
filthy f*cking b*tch, you got no self respect so i’ll throw a f*cking fit, ugh

- skylin dazed lyrics

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