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almightylance - saiyan lyrics

[verse 1: almightylance]
we pop at the opps, n-gg- we ready
i got a bad b-tch her -ss looking heavy
little caesars we got glocks hot and ready
i’m saucing on your b-tch not talking spaghetti
my boy got the drum and he got some sticks
no lgbt you get hit with some d-cks
blue and orange bape b-tch i drip like a knick
and what do you know about these fendi kicks
boom, buzz light year blast him
send him back a light year now he past him
boom, we might just thrash him
forty to his chest, udonis haslem (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m gonna smoke him yea i’m gonna gas him
they might be ahead but i’m gonna p-ss em’
she having s-x with my n-gg-, just ask him
aaron rodgers with the hoes we gon’ p-ss em’
skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt
custom ink he on a shirt, shirt
n-gg-s talking crazy we gon’ get his -ss hurt, hurt
repeat it no echo, he gon’ get his -ss hurt, hurt
i f-ck on that b-tch, she can twerk twerk
i f-cked on that b-tch, she can twerk twerk
we got that gas, we got that stinky
yea, i am that sh-t i feel like mr. hankey
i got the sh-lls, but i am not frankie
strike your -ss out we don’t play for the yankees
smoking on medical, i don’t do edible
not a blood wearing all red like incredibles
rolly got karats not talking about vegetables
these i’m not wearing cause this a collectible
i nut on her motherf-cking lips
stop at your house and we steal then we dip
we shooting like waiters, we taking the tip
we putting in work, yea we working the shift
she want to f-ck, i might break out her hips
my boy got the draco, going to make your -ss flip
suck the whole d-ck, b-tch don’t play with the tip
i can call you a uber, i don’t got to trip

[verse 2: almightylance]
can you really keep up, i might beat you like jet li
if you think you better then you got to bet me
i like to challenge cause i’m better simply
and you is not oprah so you ain’t gon’ win free
that b-tch she peeping she think she gon’ win me
give the heat to her walls i’m not talking a chimney
i don’t sip lean, i got the cleanest kidneys
quit calling my phone, you hoes know that i’m busy
my bro sam do not play you get popped like a pimple
put the dot at your chest like a motherf-cking nipple
that b-tch she bad i’m gon’ f-ck yea it’s simple
cause i’m trying to get in them cheeks like a dimple
i read through your b-tch like a motherf-cking kindle
gelato, gelato, it’s making her giggle
up in the school can i borrow a pencil
my bad i think i forgot my utencils

[verse 3: almightylance]
you talking too much fry you up like some chicken
she come to the crib she see d-ck, get to licking
i’m up in the coupe, yea i feel like a pigeon
your b-tch at the crib cooking steak in the kitchen
got cash in my pocket it’s fat peter griffin
got to flood up my rolly b-tch i’m on a mission
i’m changing my mind, if you talk i ain’t tripping
cause money the only thing that’s getting listened
all white givenchy i look like the pope
b-tch i’m almightylance yea i’m cleaner than soap
if you talk bout’ my dawg you might need you some hope
and if you out of range he gon’ pull out the scope
spitting game to your b-tch yea she sweet, canteloupe
she gon’ lick up the d-ck like she close envelopes
yea we know you a lame, b-tch we know you a joke
but shout out to them n-gg-s that’s chasing that dough

[outro: almightylance]
almightylance in the motherf-cking building

- almightylance lyrics

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