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alphazet - anemic (feat. istye, itm, black cupid) lyrics

[verse 1 istye]
i’m parapalegic
my rhymes are strategic
my girl from egypt
but she lookin white cuz she anemic
give her my oxygen tank
nut in her she a sperm bank
gta v wit the tank
just like statham we crank
i’m shootin the blanks
guerilla and flank
pb and j be the ratchet and clank
got all this teen angst
we pirates we stank
throw her off the gang plank
in the mood for soup
i don’t drive a coup
as g-y as a fruit
pb a shadow you bouta get spooked
my girl really cute
i’m bouta take a p–p
louis lane wit the scoop
i’m spreading the truth
et tu sir brute
droppin the nuke
you can call me a fluke
i stay in the loop
you smell like a shoe
i got all my crew
your rhymes are like putin you bouta get whoop’d
you better recoup
alphazet made this on fruity loops

[verse 2 itm]
fruity loops?
he made this on fruity loops?
junk rat like jeff kaplan
i pull up and shoot
i’m attackin you slackin hang you wit a noose
6 am wit papoose
you know joey got the juice
yeah i see you got the jewels
ooooo run it
hunnids and fifties put it the bag n-gga stop playin wit me i just want the cash couple shots wit the bl!cky leave ya kids wit no dad
and that make ya momma mad and ya wifey lemme smash
i just nutted and dashed
all over that -ss
well she was kinda flat you could do better than that
then i hit you wit the mac you was talkin all that smack
cut a n-gga up then i f-ckin leave him in the trash what
well that’s somethin
12 gauge in that hummer
ooooo
bad summer
no car can’t do nothin
no!
these n-ggas trippin
i’m mad bluffin
hit you wit the stick
you be grippin can’t grab nothin
yeah i keep that heat trick or treat wit the bag dummy
these b-tches sleepin on me like i be some bad hummus!
ooooo

[verse 3 itm]
all these n-ggas is p-ssy
huntin vampires like my name is buffy yuh
run up on a n-gga wit the one piece
long arms on a n-gga like my name is luffy uh
you know you don’t want no beef
i be the dentist that’s pullin out ya t–th yuh
i put that blade in ya spleen
b-tch n-gga don’t you f-ckin mess wit me uh
pb&j you know how we be
run up a check and then we just leave
you gone get decked if you talk bout me
i might whip out the tec go on a k!lling spree
red dot on the beam
head shot that’s all me
deadshot i don’t miss
that yappa i keep
one shot all i need
toe tag ya whole team
body bag mr clean
yellow tape issa scene yuh

[verse 4 black cupid]
skrrt
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ayye
skrrt
skrrt
skrrt
ayye
skrrt
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pb&j with a gl-ss of milk
i shoulda wore versace but i got the silk
a n-gga wit a livin yeah my life is built
i’m around like the earth yeah i got the tilt
facts
like a facts sheet
with the boys
like i’m backstreet
on the wall
like some tapestry
uh shoulda coulda woulda n-gga never gonna catch me lackin uh
i’m goin hard like the beat my meat
and go and ask ya girl bout my skeet my feet
next week
honestly all these haters mad cuz they really really envy me
ask ya aunty bout the real mc
ask ya mommy for that mac and cheese
ej brister signin off
tell ya girlfriends i do the features for free

- alphazet lyrics

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