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lirik lagu predetermined (pre remix) – thugz mansion

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[intro]

[verse 1: van gar v]
d-mn, sounds good don’t it?
unknown h-ll-bound in a blue toyota
foreign, soarin’ like a flyin saucer, go tourin’ to dolan’s for a mcdouble
i’m awesome
superbad, mclovin
take bong hits, hit the shed floor like austin yeo
lost in my flow, listen to myself quite often
f-ck softenin’ sam, k!ll’em softly and we off then
t h u g m a n s i o n, stab you with the m-th-f-ckin’ pen bruh
sip the m-th-f-ckin’ hen’ bruh
brush fires in my apartment, i smoke a whole tree alone
apart from reality, i’m in my zone and i rap better here
lap 6, the last one
better get better queer
gar v got a power up, bet you crash cause by banana peel
can you feel me?
can’t feel me if you can’t hear me, gar v wants a turn up
wants your family to fear me, wants fan letters written to dear me
f-ck that
(watch your profanity)
f-ck that too, i rock a party of one
on occasion it’s two, when i’m totin’ my gun
unknown put some c-ke in my toke said he “did it for fun”
he better run
nah, just joking i knew it
told him pack me another and i sat there and brewed it
always into somethin’, always into shit
blunts i make another and take another hit
sit back ripped, forty forties in my jord’ ones
b-mpin ‘lord pretty flacko jodeye’
thugz mansion, we like loaded guns
now sam, spit
show’em we the f-ckin’ chosen ones

[verse 2: samworth]
when that beat comes in with that tat tat tat
samworth breaks off a piece and i’ma sling it like that
bottle sittin’ on the table, i’ma slide that back
orange and yellow look so good i’ma rock that crack aha
i’d rather smoke the c-ke though
and there’s reasons why they say that our rap is cut throat
when worth’s on the track every bodies a no show
careful with your words or you’ll be dead from a c-kehold
didn’t mean to say chokehold, everyone round here know that dope worth more than gold
i told you once now i told you twice
worth’s got heart attack juice low price
75.5, 10 ritz mix it sip it
get it in ya can ya feel it
woah, my words gets slurry, the road i can’t see its a little blurry
flow mixed up but spittin’ them snow flurries
you know i’m a rap man put you in a casket
bloaw bloaw bloaw chop them bodies in the basket
drop them off them off to g-ma
she cook em up nasty
eat em up with trout fish she call that shit tasty
yeah i’m a b-st-rd product of alcohol
kinda funny since i was the youngest child
drunken liquor, i was p-ssed out
in the back seat of that car i jumped out
what are you thinking
i have higher mental powers in this pencil
a rap dispenser, a dream creator
so suspenseful, i rap old school
watch me fade out like i am kdot

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