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ces cru – the routine lyrics

[intro: godemis]
(yeah!)
six times for your fatherf-ckin’…
yeah!

[verse 1: godemis]
everybody doin’ this sh-t
everybody doin’ this style
claimin’ they coming to serve us, but they can’t even take what they dish out
so i’m dissin’ dummies ’till i dismount
murderin’ ’em with the ruitine
both eyes break like red
hot head full of blue dream
flip scripts to a new scene
crown fit for a true king
cosigns don’t mean sh-t, but your friends change like a mood ring
make deals with a firm shake
now the hand ’round me true clean
and if y’all don’t be dealing with contracts, i don’t know what the f-ck y’all mean
i been at it for a minute meaning i’m releasing and leaving n-body breathing
killer city can ache when the ces is leaving
anybody relating? then lets get even
strangely i’m an oddball and i’m on call ’till i’m on y’all
kill pins but i won’t draw
[?] with the bone saw

[verse 2: ubiquitous]
you gotta roll another cone of that dank piff
rank shift based on my statement
catastrophic when i came in, same same spillin’ entertainment
while you were using pillow cases, i been grindin’, filling blank discs
if you ain’t willing to take risks in this business, then you really ain’t sh-t
see i’m feelin’ real exhilaration
buildin’ ill affiliations
sasquatch to these half-flocks
killer city in my playpen
foreground to their backdrop
they can chop but they don’t make sense
way they’ talkin’ made a language with dopplegangers
claimin’ coppyin’ gang twists
f-ck a half-broke, never [?]
black smoke in my brain stem
backstrokin’ this cake with these rap macro, but they can’t swim
see these rap shows are my main b-tch
back home in my state, lit
stack though, and i may grip
cause that plateau where i can’t sit

[hook: ubiquitous]
then whoever’s been soundin’ like cinderella’s on some bippity-boppity-boop
ain’t n-body different, now they all gon’ copy on some bippity-boppity-boop
so we dab and dippin’ and we pop and drop it, got that bippity-boppity-boop
bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop

[verse 3: mac lethal]
bippity-boppity-bo
hippity-hoppity-ho
miggity-miggity-mac is just kickin’, the venom is rappin’
i’m packin’ a mac in the back of the act
and i don’t wanna hear all this rappity-rap
i would rather just listen to yackity-sacks
like yackity-yack, your b-tches don’t talk back cause i’m packin’ a magnum 44 all black
everybody doin’ this sh-t, when they kickin’ flows, i just laugh at ya
rappers now are just robots dressed in women’s clothes like ex machina
and throwin’ money, throwin’-throwin’ money sayin’ ain’t n-body out there cold as i
you got a golden watch, you got platinum teeth, “i can’t afford to buy kids f-cking school supplies”
ces cru, that’s my possy, that’s my crew gang, that’s my blood cousins
since the 90’s when we was mob deep, and in wu-tang and in what-whatin’
i didn’t give a f-ck about your little septum ring, and your fur coats, and your f-ck b-ttons
i don’t care about rappers using autotune, i bet you’ll make me uplift you, who the f-ck doesn’t?
that’s me, just mac
light two cones, more for us
with the light blue smoke, pour it, stir it, and i might spew flows for purpose
that’s you, just whack
you all high fructose corn suroup
just diabetes, just junk food
you’re gonna die eventually, f-ck you!

[hook: ubiquitous & godemis]
then whoever’s been soundin’ like cinderella’s on some bippity-boppity-boop
ain’t n-body different, now they all gon’ copy on some bippity-boppity-boop
so we dab and dippin’ and we pop and drop it, got that bippity-boppity-boop
bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop
bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop
bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop
so they sell it, they soundin’ like cinderalla, yellin’ “bippity-boppity-boop”
now we dabbin’ and dippin’, then poppin’, droppin, got that bippity-boppity-boop

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