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dope fiend (freestyle) - zachary hill lyrics

[verse]
i’m a dope fiend
low on protein
you in the nosebleeds, i got front row seats
nah, f*ck the tickets, i’m the one on stage
you keep talkin’ all that sh*t
but i’m the one who’s gettin’ paid
f*ck school, i’ll stay dumb
i’ll f*ck gracie abrams
i called her out on her bullsh*t, now that b*tch tryna play dumb
b*tch told me i was a bad boyfriend
but she was the fake one
i told her that i wanted to fix things
but she wanted to breakup (like, uh)
got mathiastyner producin’ this sh*t
got a ruler for a mag and i’m shootin’ in this b*tch
i got river polley tryna do molly
i got all of these b*tches on me
got yo momma lookin’ like a tsunami
f*ck her from the back and yo dad caught me
i be in my room eatin’ cheetos and cool ranch doritos
three freak hoes, i need those
they wanna suck up on three toes
they don’t follow the street code
got infinite b*tches, i must’ve guessed a f*ckin’ cheat code—or somethin’
b*tches on my d*ck like it’s nothin’
mcdonald’s breakfast goin’ crazy: sausage egg mcm*ffin
she say that she love me, but i really think she bluffin’
she wanna put handcuffs on, she into cuffin’
freak in the sheets like mclovin
i’ll f*ck brenda polley, don’t care ’bout her husband—i love it
i’ll give a river a new baby brother
yes, another
she ain’t even my main lover
but i’ll still smother his mother with some b*tter
i took a trip to cvs
bad b*tch wanna f*ck—she ain’t seen me yet
she gon’ be disappointed when she first see me walkin’
’cause i’m only 5’11”, she expected dennis rodman (and i)
go crazy when i walk in the b*tch
i ain’t even gotta f*ckin’ talk in this b*tch
got a glock on my hip and i’m ready to switch
you don’t know anybody that can do it like this
you already know that i got infinite flows
lookin’ at my snapchat, i got infinite hoes
put the barrel to your nose, you gon’ be ten toes—down in the ground
you won’t make a f*ckin’ sound

- zachary hill lyrics

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