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afourteen - 22 lyrics

[intro]
the sibling
yeah, check it

[verse 1]
always the one, i never been the two, or three, or four wit’ it (nah)
like where i’m at, these b+tches say they want some more of it, like f+ck
call up my bro, we put you in the floor and sh+t (yeah)
hop in that whip, the truck pull up, you bet we floorin’ it, wassup?
hide that chain if you don’t want that sh+t took (yeah)
i run ’round with that motherf+ckin’ bluh, bluh (huh)
heavy ass, yuh, illegal weaponry
i’m high as f+ck, yeah, i’m somewhere in the heavens, b
you dumb as f+ck if you think that you ahead of me
could write a book ’bout the motherf+ckin’ sh+t i seen
bad+ass b+tchеs, you know they hangin’ with the team
and wе get mad riches, the sh+t that you could only dream about (man)
remember back when motherf+ckers used to doubt us?
now we the only thing they ever talkin’ ’bout, yuh (yuh)

[interlude]
and that sh+t was just f+ckin’ me punchin’ in, b+tch
like, i don’t
i do this sh+t for f+ckin’ sport, you feel me? ha

[verse 2]
lyin’ on my neck, yeah, they love to do it (yeah)
they b+tches ride my d+ck, yeah, it stay congruent
runnin’ to that money, yeah, i love to do it
they hate, and hate, and hate, and, yeah, they love to do it
huh, huh
had to let it go, huh
bustin’ out the window, bustin’ h+lla poles
life been like a motion picture, f+ckin’ let it roll (yeah)
we been in that rolls royce f+ckin’ pushin’, yo (blah)
f+ckin’ pushin’, yo (blah)
f+ck, we do it, yo (yah)
f+ck what they say ’cause i motherf+ckin’ do it, ho (yeah)
life been beautiful, i’m pushin’ with some through the snow (oh, yeah)
with yo’ b+tch, you know she come through and she drop it low (get down)
uh, uh, yeah (uh+uh, yeah)
with yo’ b+tch, you know she come through and she drop it low (uh, yeah)
uh, uh, yeah (uh+uh, huh)
all that, “duh+nuh+nuh+nuh+nuh+nuh+nuh+nuh” (yeah, ha!)
[interlude]
(f+ck, man) hahaha
yo (i don’t even know what to say, man)
i can’t, i can’t put another verse down, though
this be f+ckin’ r+t+rded, man, but
f+ck it
yeah

[verse 3]
swing, swing, swing, yeah, we swingin’, homie
big chains, big pocket change, change, lil’ homie
i don’t know a single rapper that can hang wit’ homie
every time i pull up, yeah, they ain’t got sh+t on me (ha)
ah, sh+t on me
yeah, got sh+t on me
bad b+tch inside the crib, she cookin’ rigatoni for me
i know you ain’t whole pain, but that’s that fade away, homie
lotta rapper tryna clown me, but they can’t, that sh+t phony as h+ll
what you cappin’ ’bout? my life been actually funny as h+ll
over here i’m smokin’ big ‘za, but nothin’ for sale
i rise up in the dark at night, huh, no christian bale
i know you feel it when i say it like you tryna read braille
i set my homies up for life, yeah, we all gon’ prevail (yeah, yeah)
b+tch (type sh+t)
i get big paper, yeah, your pockets? they frail, b+tch
[outro]
c’mon, man, like, i’m gettin’ p+ssed the f+ck off
stop f+ckin’ playin’ with me, bro, like, d+mn
d+mn

- afourteen lyrics

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