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lirik lagu orgasm blush – zambisi

[verse 1: blitz deus]

sliding out the circle into a bigger circle
i go liquor liqour liqour l!ck her splash than i d-ck her
see my lil n-gga swimmin like ovaries deep in the red sea you would see that im overseas
swervin i be workin dark curtains may hurt ya
red lights keep me balanced when im past satans curfew
blanco parralels quad axis for you eurkels
so im bouncin on them jellyfish like a radical turtle
a uno vocab for all you undergirdels
private eye third eye didn’t i say that sh-t blind
all white linnen ma
these signs dollar signs
see ma f-ck with thee don
it will be columbine
see my demons spread like seman on ya bom
1time for ya mind so put my team on
jetstream moolah bucking ni—- like im keyshawn
smart ni— hard to hit speedy like cam newton
im stuntin like my daddy but mother f-cked the coward
ima keep gettin harder as the going gets farther
lost child seeks concrete to be apart of
following his roots to be a jiwe for the young daughters
the rock and foundation
in shadows of masons
enticed by his mind drawing lines he’s amaze in
dont cross that line
backwards is where the cage ends
forward right face n-gga thats where the pain ends
patience maintain cents amongst racists
face it money is a game and where you place in?
hate me
but a ni— grind to that occasion
like a politician politicking on ya tv station
how my ex feels pile of tissues with soaked faces
how my next feels pile of benjies p-ssy so glazed and
making love faces waisting aids of spades getting high off vapors getting stratosphere famous

[nemesis bridge]

as i sit and get hi
i laugh at all these other n-ggas who struggle to get by
see money get made just know that
but it dont make me it justs makes it easier to sh– on you ni—-
ball or fall
all winter
all year

[blitz deus verse 2]

bi– ni— wanna trip
fu– ni— want that lip?

rich hit body bag in the back of the truck swerve tip and let em shift!
an sick like who you miss
and worms creep in the crypt
my n-gga said dont trip they hit ya mom in 86 god!
have you seen that much p-ssion?
b-st-rd act up or mama backbord gone be crashin!
and ya sis could get the clash of the captains
cheerleaders preach spirit when she spit it on a napkin
they salute me out in n-ssau
fly b-st-rd and im hot like the bahamas!
huh! you pie pudding bannana everything green like key lime left for santa
huh! an i made this for sinners burn baby burn give it away like a sentence
ya ultimatum is ya prison
find me reflecting off prisms and i dont feel ya presence (aeye!!!)
bi— you 2 much
ima slap her on the b-tt
look her in the face
-rg-sm blush
-rg-sm blush
-rg-sm blush
-rg-sm blush

- zambisi

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