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aewee - reverse psychology lyrics

had to make it rhyme, put the glue on it (yeah)
now that sh+t’s combined, man, i knew it fit
different flows and all these patterns made me cook a hit (hit)
trapping hard, i might get super rich (ya)
i’m not afraid of a risk, i won’t lose my grip
you can tell i’ve passed a point, at which you might quit
working late to stay up till the blue light hits
dropped off next to the party with the two bad b+tches (woah)
on the island
and they know that i’ve been mining bits
they drag me, just to ride a d+ck
i made them satisfied with it (huh)
her p+ssy wet like tide at sea
thеy know my brain is fried on weed (uh)
but i ain’t ever buy that sh+t
ain’t rеally got the time for this (wow)
i’m gonna show the widest smirk (woa)
got socials verified, blue ticks
don’t really need a knife to twist (woa)
i shocked ‘er with versace silk
i’m acting like i’m clyde, i hit
god is always guiding me
they got me crucified like jesus
now i’m out of sight, can’t reach (woa)
i hide they seek
i slide in, b+tch
got opps, they wanna side with me
do not cross the line, i’m freak
yeah, i am out of mind but free (woa)
gon’ steal a b+tch it’s piracy
i grab that ass, oh my, she’s thick
you ask me i can spark a cig
i got a lot ’cause i insist (ah)
it would still end up violent (oh dirty)
that’s too late for apologies
i f+ck like sins, she’s hobbling
they know i’m an anomaly
i won but wasn’t nominee
apply reverse psychology (dirty)
my bars a lil’ monotonous
but go so hard ironically, on god
tried to get ’em all acknowledgin
what’s cooking on menu
they are bringing back lobotomy
the brains on barbecue (oh)
f+ck cannibalistic policy
we run, hop in the coupe
we reject all kinds of prophecies
they gonna change their shoes (yaaah)
i pull up with the stick (oh dirty)
spending mula on my wrist
buddy’s jeweler made it lit
now i’m coolest of the kids (uh)
gotta hook up with that b+tch
girl is scholar, brains on d+ck
such a drooler, what a mess
i’m done i’m pouring a cup full of gin
i had to make it rhyme, put the glue on it (yay)
now that sh+t’s combined, man, i knew it fit (ya, ya)
different flows and all these patterns made me cook a hit (hit)
trapping hard, i might get super rich (ya)
i’m not afraid of a risk, i won’t lose my grip
you can tell i’ve passed a point, at which you might quit
working late to stay up till the blue light hits
dropped off next to the party with the two bad b+tches (woah)

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