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n.o food - tsunami sirens lyrics

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man, i’m hungry as f*ck, man, what the f*ck
aye, bro, you wanna order some food or something?
מה רוצים להזמין? מה למרוח? סלט ירקות, עוד משהו?

tsunami sirens, hoe

shoot up some n*ggas, i carry the glock
all of them b*tches afraid of my c*ck
i am an og, i come from the block
show me some fists, n*gga, don’t wanna talk

poppin’ some pillies and sippin’ some lean
keep talkin’, lil n*gga, i’ll pull out your spleen
f*ckin’ a b*tch, yeah, and i make her scream
she on my d*ck, yeah, i let her cream

all of the n*ggas, my music they stream
keep f*ckin’ with me, yeah, i’ll make you scream
why you talkin’ sh*t if you only a teen?
shut the f*ck up if you’re under eighteen

i am on wall street, yeah, i got the bag
i got so many hands on my sack
i went donе and did it, i k!lled every track
you alrеady know that my c*ck is matte black
yeah, she tryin’ to give me head
wonder why your homie’s dead
i got so much f*cking bread
all you f*cking see is red

yeah, she tryin’ to give me head
wonder why your homie’s dead
i got so much f*cking bread
all you f*cking see is red

yeah, motherf*cker
yeah, yeah, motherf*cker
yeah, yeah, yeah, motherf*cker

b*tch

i don’t give a f*ck about your feelings, b*tch
suck my d*ck
popped too many pillies and smoked some sh*t
yeah, it made me sick

went to the store and copped some sh*t
got brand new kicks
careful when you tread around me, b*tch
i might just flip
hop on this beat and i’m startin’ this lesson
b*tch, take notes
if i was running for president, b*tch
you know i’d get all the votes

sirens up on this sh*t, b*tch
you know we the goats
got my money up, b*tch
you know i got boatloads

switching my type of flow
your b*tch, yeah, she a hoe
medieval times with a bow
shoot you in the head like woah

you know i never lose
you should tie the noose
i don’t read the news
leave a fight with no bruise

i’m not lookin’ for fame
all of you rappers the same
smack your b*tch and she came
i got the money, it rains

i’m not lookin’ for fame
all of you rappers are lame
smack your b*tch and she came
i got the money, it rains
man, they burnt my f*ckin’ fries

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