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agust d - drunken storm 3 lyrics

you can detect the true and living god from the scorer
for my mythologies i be just how i be
tell her to swipe it like swiper from dora the explorer
wide open like a brand new baby, know i just wanna be
we conquer, dark supremacy is reigning
without considering what its about how maintaining

ask somebody trina been the sh+t on the streets
heard tha b+tch had cheese, sucked my d+ck like a j+panese(mickey mouse on lsd)
gain knowledge of self then i plan to conquer the beats
any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
you smell as if you got some kind of fatal disease
i laid in bed next to her black cat
swole it all up now it’s proper and fat

you see what you see, is just what you get
down south we get are piece made by johnny
ask anybody in any place if p+n+c be comin’ with it
much love for my cuddies jay, ray, and ronny
when i first met tammy, the sh+t was so uncanny
i don’t know who to trust but my family and friends
the flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate

slap a hater in the grill, if you feeling the same
burgundy splashed through the glass when sirens scream
from memphis to atl all races they know my name
and when i’m grown, you know i’m bound to be
hot sadiddy needy, try to emulate the tv
b+tch n+gga find me in the 4 door lexus
rim to pimp brims with electric chair crucifix
free agents on the dotted line more hard to sign
i feel like i wanna run, but my whole body’s stunned
me and you, what is yours and mine, mines is mine
cooling by the shore, hynas cooling in the sand
chex mix number one food snack in the land
i didn’t change, i’m still the same old me
now it’s the middle of the night, unfold me

and to the bone shakers and the home makers
i got ninjas in my backyard wearing body k!lla paint
i kick rhymes for the bangers, blast at these haters
you know what it is, you know what it ain’t
we gotta be mindful of the picture we paint
pillage your rep never step where the pressure was kept
so bump h0m+ herbs, with lo+lo words, we overlapped

a hungry rapper just doin what he has to
better save your pennies nickels and dimes
but oh well, what else can i do?
now all i do is drinking what ever is in this cup and write rhymes
they don’t love me, they love my nickels and dimes
somebody tell me what we living for, and were living pour
it’s the train rob, for sure, bodies washed up on shore

- agust d lyrics

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