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aauuguzt! & autotuneabuse - niggas love dying lyrics

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[intro: aauuguzt!]
you n+ggas are not for me, built for me, built for me
bad boys, bad boy, bad boy

[chorus: aauuguzt!]
you n+ggas think that y’all bad boys
nah, you is not will smith, n+gga you chris rock
shut the f+ck up, please n+gga, don’t even talk
i don’t wanna hear what you saying, just please stop
n+gga do not talk to me like that
better watch your f+cking mouth, knock out yo t++th like that
n+gga, he must wanna die, looking at me like that
big ass chop, hit your feet right back

[verse 1: autotuneabuse]
uh, n+gga got me f+cked up, i’m sipping on soda
yeah at least i got big bucks, he might get his b+tch took
told that b+tch, “don’t touch me”
b+tch i am a big crook
death note, i’m k!lling n+ggas, put em in a book
got them finished, ima hit em with them backshots
check my pockets, d+mn, b+tch i got on fat knocks
uh, b+tch, d+mn, my pockets fat as sh+t
here, lemme hold a dollar sign
flip it, b+tch i’m scamming sh+t
[verse 2: aauuguzt!]
n+ggas quick to disrеspect my family, get turned to a hat
yеah, throwaway, throwaway
throwaway, that’s what he is, is
n+gga, well don’t you gay n+gga
and you f+cking stupid, i should smack you like a witch
what you gonna do?
then come on, lemme see this sh+t

[verse 3: autotuneabuse]
b+tch i feel like master
see a n+gga, then i whip that b+tch
b+tch i’m toolkit
like tay+k, ima smack that b+tch
mr krabs, b+tch, i just want a dollar
f+ck a proud town b+tch, she a scholar
cut the beat down, b+tch gimme a holler
dj droy cut the beat, b+tch ass n+gga what the f+ck?
tired of calling that hoe, i’m cutting her off
n+ggas on my d+ck, and they stinky, ima use lysol
all white, plug in the trap, call up park patrol
b+tch i like science, bill nye
b+tch i’ll problem solve, call me mr fix yo hoe
bring yo b+tch back and give her back
give that hoe backshots, she like, “d+mn, this sh+t is gas”
shoot a ball and it swish
at the top of the g i feel like cash
b+tches f+ck the opps, i up the score, i know them b+tches mad
b+tch i’m mr what?
uh, b+tch, im mr fix yo hoe
uh, call me mr fix yo hoe, aye, aye
[chorus: aauuguzt!]
you n+ggas think that y’all bad boys
nah, you is not will smith, n+gga you chris rock
shut the f+ck up, please n+gga, don’t even talk
i don’t wanna hear what you saying, just please stop
n+gga do not talk to me like that
better watch your f+cking mouth, knock out yo t++th like that
n+gga, he must wanna die, looking at me like that



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